Like thieves at midnight, they approached the covert entrance. Bravado camouflaged sweaty palms and goosebumps of nervousness.
A gruff voice floated on the dark, “Password? Weapons on the table. Arms high, legs wide while I frisk you. No funny stuff. Clean but shifty!”
Unhealthy atmosphere of tension and shadows as they observed the high profile game. Aces, kings, queens and jacks were jealously guarded. High stakes. Fortunes were splintered. Poverty was eroded. Bilge swished in stomachs as savings were placed on the table.
A shocking call, followed by a collective gasp, “ I raise your bag of jellybeans by two bags.”