“let’s see the money you’re planning to play with. No freeloaders allowed in here.” The guards said.
I looked at Alex, who shrugged. “Do you have any cash on you?” he asked quietly.
I patted my pocket and pulled out the last of my savings which is $100 bill. “This is it,” I admitted.
Alex sighed. “I gave most of mine to my sister yesterday. Guess we’re running on fumes.”
I held up the bill, presenting it to the guards. The first one stared at it like I’d just handed him a piece of trash.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said, he looked at us with disdain.
The second guard snorted. “Who do you think is gonna let you play with that? This isn’t a street corner poker game. The minimum we expect is $1,000.”
“Each,” the first guard added.
Alex leaned back in his wheelchair. “Well, it se
