Joe wanted to play? I assumed Stephanie was not his prize but he did sit at the table. Game On.
"That's odd I hear your out of the game, a past conquest."
It felt good to throw down a challenge that made Clint Eastwood's high noon look like a square dance. I smiled on the inside.
"It's better than being a side piece"
Five chairs pulled back from the table two stayed in place.
"Is it? I wouldn't know" I pulled a small blue box out of my pocket and tossed it on the chip pile.
* for some reason like some other authors I'm getting conflicting word counts. I'm going to yield to the ff counter that said 100.