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Authors: Kandi Steiner
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cleaned out tattoo guy, what did he see?
I’m failing at this studying shit.
The final card is dealt and Skyler checks it to frat daddy, backing off her strong bet. He shakes his head. “No way, can’t back down now. All in.”
He pushes his pile forward and Skyler inhales deep as the dealer counts out the chips.
“Four-thousand-four-hundred to call,” he says to Skyler. She looks down at her own pile, counting. That would only leave her with twelve hundred if she lost. Her knee bounces a little, she bites her lip, then, with a heavy breath, she pushes her chips forward.
“Call.”
Frat daddy flips his cards, revealing a straight. A solid hand, but he wasn’t betting on his cards – he was betting on hers.
Suddenly, a smile breaks on Skyler’s face, her knee steadying again. “Oh Ken,” she says, throwing his Barbie comments back in his face. “Barbie never bluffs.” She lays her cards out, her smile widening.
Four deuces line the table.
I’ll be damned.
Frat daddy’s mouth drops and everyone claps, some of the guys laughing. Skyler smiles and nods as people congratulate her and the dealer collects the cash from the back of the bar, retrieving a large envelope and placing it on the table in front of her. Skyler thanks him and tucks it into her clutch, standing.
“That was a good game,” the dealer says. “You know, you look familiar. Do you play a lot around here?”
She shakes her head. “No, but I have a familiar face. A lot of people think they know me.”
He narrows his eyes, scrutinizing her, but doesn’t push further. “I guess that’s it. Well, at any rate, good job tonight.”
“Thanks,” she says. She glances at me briefly and nods toward the door. I drain my beer and start heading that way when frat daddy cuts Skyler off.
“Wait a second,” he says, grabbing her arm. “You’re Skyler, aren’t you?”
She yanks her arm free and steps around him. “Nope, I’m Barbie, remember?” She tries to stay calm, smiling as she moves toward the door again. Frat daddy grabs her other arm and spins her around.
“Don’t touch her,” I say loudly, quickly making my way across the room. I pull his hand from her elbow and push my chest into his, standing tall. I may not be the most solid guy in the world, but I lift enough to hold my own.
“Who the fuck are you?” he asks, pushing me back.
“He’s leaving, we both are,” Skyler says, shoving me toward the door. “Let’s go,” she urges under her breath.
“Hey, I thought we were going out after this,” frat daddy says, grabbing Skyler around the waist and pulling her back into him. “You just hustled me, the least you can do is put out tonight.”
I clench my jaw and shove him hard, sending him flying back into the table. Chips fall onto the floor and a drink spills on the felt, making the dealer curse and call for napkins.
“Take that shit outside!”
“Yeah, let’s go, playboy,” frat daddy says through clenched teeth, pushing himself off the table. I rush toward him, ready to swing, when Skyler presses her hands on my chest.
“Go. Now.”
“I’m not going to let this asshole put his hands all over you,” I say, my eyes still trained on frat daddy. He’s smiling manically, which should make me terrified but only fuels my fire.
Skyler rolls her eyes and shoves me hard, making me stumble back toward the door. I hold up my hand and point at frat daddy, letting him know we aren’t finished, before Skyler pushes us both through the door. We walk down the hallway and out onto the street where the cab I called is waiting. After we climb in, Skyler slaps my chest hard.
“What the fuck, Kip?! You almost screwed everything up!”
“I wasn’t just going to stand there and watch that shit happen, Skyler! I don’t care if you did take that douchebag’s money, he shouldn’t have put his hands on you.”
“I told you, I can handle myself!” she screams, crossing her arms and looking out the window. She tells
I’m failing at this studying shit.
The final card is dealt and Skyler checks it to frat daddy, backing off her strong bet. He shakes his head. “No way, can’t back down now. All in.”
He pushes his pile forward and Skyler inhales deep as the dealer counts out the chips.
“Four-thousand-four-hundred to call,” he says to Skyler. She looks down at her own pile, counting. That would only leave her with twelve hundred if she lost. Her knee bounces a little, she bites her lip, then, with a heavy breath, she pushes her chips forward.
“Call.”
Frat daddy flips his cards, revealing a straight. A solid hand, but he wasn’t betting on his cards – he was betting on hers.
Suddenly, a smile breaks on Skyler’s face, her knee steadying again. “Oh Ken,” she says, throwing his Barbie comments back in his face. “Barbie never bluffs.” She lays her cards out, her smile widening.
Four deuces line the table.
I’ll be damned.
Frat daddy’s mouth drops and everyone claps, some of the guys laughing. Skyler smiles and nods as people congratulate her and the dealer collects the cash from the back of the bar, retrieving a large envelope and placing it on the table in front of her. Skyler thanks him and tucks it into her clutch, standing.
“That was a good game,” the dealer says. “You know, you look familiar. Do you play a lot around here?”
She shakes her head. “No, but I have a familiar face. A lot of people think they know me.”
He narrows his eyes, scrutinizing her, but doesn’t push further. “I guess that’s it. Well, at any rate, good job tonight.”
“Thanks,” she says. She glances at me briefly and nods toward the door. I drain my beer and start heading that way when frat daddy cuts Skyler off.
“Wait a second,” he says, grabbing her arm. “You’re Skyler, aren’t you?”
She yanks her arm free and steps around him. “Nope, I’m Barbie, remember?” She tries to stay calm, smiling as she moves toward the door again. Frat daddy grabs her other arm and spins her around.
“Don’t touch her,” I say loudly, quickly making my way across the room. I pull his hand from her elbow and push my chest into his, standing tall. I may not be the most solid guy in the world, but I lift enough to hold my own.
“Who the fuck are you?” he asks, pushing me back.
“He’s leaving, we both are,” Skyler says, shoving me toward the door. “Let’s go,” she urges under her breath.
“Hey, I thought we were going out after this,” frat daddy says, grabbing Skyler around the waist and pulling her back into him. “You just hustled me, the least you can do is put out tonight.”
I clench my jaw and shove him hard, sending him flying back into the table. Chips fall onto the floor and a drink spills on the felt, making the dealer curse and call for napkins.
“Take that shit outside!”
“Yeah, let’s go, playboy,” frat daddy says through clenched teeth, pushing himself off the table. I rush toward him, ready to swing, when Skyler presses her hands on my chest.
“Go. Now.”
“I’m not going to let this asshole put his hands all over you,” I say, my eyes still trained on frat daddy. He’s smiling manically, which should make me terrified but only fuels my fire.
Skyler rolls her eyes and shoves me hard, making me stumble back toward the door. I hold up my hand and point at frat daddy, letting him know we aren’t finished, before Skyler pushes us both through the door. We walk down the hallway and out onto the street where the cab I called is waiting. After we climb in, Skyler slaps my chest hard.
“What the fuck, Kip?! You almost screwed everything up!”
“I wasn’t just going to stand there and watch that shit happen, Skyler! I don’t care if you did take that douchebag’s money, he shouldn’t have put his hands on you.”
“I told you, I can handle myself!” she screams, crossing her arms and looking out the window. She tells
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