The Price of a Pinky: A Vegas Tale

the clink of chips and low murmu

g grin plastered on his face, a m

red nearby, not playing, just ob

trailing miserably behind

widened. "Well, well, look who it is. Sa

ayers sn

them, her gaze

er voice cutting through the

g the thick envelope of cash o

looked at Rick. Rick shrugged, a little

energy, Rick seemed thrown off b

ght, observing. Then, a big pot st

. Rick, confident, ra

her hole cards, a Queen of Spades, before mucking her hand

chest. "Should've stayed in, swee

nocked over her discarded hand from that pot, revealing the Queen s

st imperceptibly when he

the condescending amusement in his eyes was repla

tiny, knowing smile

was just