“Well, maybe if you weren’t such a shitty dealer, it wouldn’t be a problem.”
Pretty Boy laughed at his comment, but chose to focus on the betting instead of retorting. He called Lanky and let the cards flop. The bet was to the twitchy fellow who stayed in on the big blind. He folded and Lanky went all in. Pretty Boy paused before calling the bet.
“This could be a first. I’ve never been knocked out on the first hand, Ross. But, hell, I can’t help but keep you honest.”
All of Pretty Boy’s money went into the pot, to match what Lanky Ross had put in. The air went out of him. He was obviously bluffing, hoping no one would be stupid enough to call an all-in on the first hand, ready to scrape up the loose chips the table had left behind. The players flipped up their cards and Pretty Boy laid
