Angie nodded, didn't have a response. Just watched as he strolled to the card-table, sat, and started shuffling a deck of cards. He shuffled like an inept four-year-old; spilling cards out of his hands across the table. Abe looked over and smiled. Eric picked up a rack of poker chips, studied them. Abe was smiling more. Angie watched as Abe snorted, then said something to Dillion and Dane. All three men looked over at Eric; decided they could easily strip him of his week's paycheck. Abe was twitching, could hardly contain himself. Angie's eyes flashed as Abe slide his butt off her jacket and out of the bar-stool. He gathered himself and, with Dillion and Dane following close behind, strolled over to the card-table and gave Eric the long, slimy grin.
“You up for a game?” Abe asked.
“Sure.
