Red River Showdown
Red River Showdown
“They were still mostly full, but very few of them seemed familiar. Granted, Clint hadn’t memorized every last face, but he’d been sitting there long enough to get a feel for the tables around him. Now that he got closer, he realized even his table wasn’t the same.
Elsa was the only one in her original spot, and she’d attracted a fresh batch of admirers. When she saw Clint approaching the table, she gave a few quick farewells and got up to meet Clint before he got there.
“Where did everyone go?”... Clint asked.
“All the big games have moved to the smaller rooms,” she replied.
“I guess that’s not a big surprise.”
“No, but you might want to consider staying in here anyway,” Elsa told him with a crafty smirk.
“Why?”
“Because these new players are either too rich to care about losing a few hands or too stupid to know how to avoid it.”
“I appreciate the thought, but I think I’d rather up my game instead of wringing someone else dry.”
“Isn’t wringing the other players dry the point of poker?”MoreLess
Elsa was the only one in her original spot, and she’d attracted a fresh batch of admirers. When she saw Clint approaching the table, she gave a few quick farewells and got up to meet Clint before he got there.
“Where did everyone go?”... Clint asked.
“All the big games have moved to the smaller rooms,” she replied.
“I guess that’s not a big surprise.”
“No, but you might want to consider staying in here anyway,” Elsa told him with a crafty smirk.
“Why?”
“Because these new players are either too rich to care about losing a few hands or too stupid to know how to avoid it.”
“I appreciate the thought, but I think I’d rather up my game instead of wringing someone else dry.”
“Isn’t wringing the other players dry the point of poker?”MoreLess
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