As we play poker, it takes everything in me to hide my anger. They're cheating and barely trying to hide it from me. Using misdirection, one of them will pull my attention to them, so the others can change some cards, making it so that I stand no chance.
Thankfully, I didn't agree to strip poker!
Usually, I'm pretty good at poker, but even the best player can't handle these odds. It takes about an hour for me to lose all my chips first, and it doesn't take much acting on my part to show my displeasure.
"Don't worry. Poker requires a lot of strategy and the ability to read people. It's not for everyone," August says, and I feel the sharp sting of the insult.
I sigh dramatically and, defeated, joke, "The cards really weren't in my favor today. Are you sure you weren't hiding cards in y
