It was back to the Coushatta for a little poker action last night. Here's a taste:
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"Watch out, I'm trouble," she said moments after sitting down to my right and stacking her chips on the table.
"Oh.. is that right," the slightly inebriated player to her right responded, "Well, I'd like to be in trouble."
I'll give you a moment to let that crude joke settle in.
What might have been funny was actually a little creepy. He seemed like a nice enough guy,but since he got back from dinner, his shirt was unbuttoned down to the last button. I didn't really need to know that he waxed his chest.
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More to come!