Friday Night Poker

It was another Friday night, poker at my house again, and like usual it wasn’t going so well. Thankfully me and the boys usually only played for $20 bucks, so it wasn’t a big deal; but that particular Friday, I got a little bit too drunk and ended up buying back in 4 times before my wallet was empty and I realized what I’d done. My wife was going to be pissed. The last time I lost $50 bucks on poker she wouldn’t fuck me for a month. So like the idiot I am, I ran upstairs and started sneaking cash from my daughter Bailey’s college fund. About three hours later I had ran out of beer and had slowly started to sober up realizing more and more how screwed I was. The game had shrunk in size too, though I had barely noticed, and now it was only my buddy Mike and of course Steve sitting there with almost all the money I’d lost. It was such a streak of dumb luck too, it seemed like every hand he would have the higher kicker, or the better pair. By the end of the night he could see the look on my face of desperation, I had to get that money back from him or my wife would probably leave me. Steve had always been a great friend, so I figured he would have to give me some way to work off the debt.

What he offered me was definitely not what I was expecting.

“I’ll give you half of Baileys college fund back free of charge buddy. All you gotta do is promise to keep playing poker until you win back everything or loose it all again. Think of it as another chance since we’re such good buddies”

“Thanks man, I can’t tell you how awesome that is and you don’t even want anything in…”

“Actually I do, but it’s really no big deal. Just, if you’re daughters or those pretty friends of theirs I saw getting ready for a sleepover either decide to come into the kitchen while we’re still playing, I’m gonna ask them to have sex with me and you gotta be cool about it ok?

“Steve! My daughters are 10 and 15 what the fuck is wrong with you!? I should knock you out just for asking that.”

“But you won’t cause you know you still need to win back that money. And besides it’s not like I’m going to rape them I’m just going to ask and all you have to do is tell them it’s alright if they ask you’re permission. They probably won’t even want to right and this is you’re only chance to win back the money so do we have a deal?”

“…Fine, we got a deal but I’m gonna win back my money before anyone comes in here. Anyways it’s 11:30 already they’re all asleep by now.”

So we dealt out the cards and kept playing poker. I noticed mike seemed to be folding almost every hand not really winning anything and only loosing the blinds when he had to I figured he’d probably only lost $20 that night. Steve of course was doing quite well with all my money in front of him but I finally had a stack big enough to try and win a bit back from him. The first few hands went really well too, so well I almost had all the money back in less than 15 minutes it was fantastic. But there was a big loss soon after and I tried to slow down my play so I could at least maintain how close I was to the finish line but it all seemed to crumble away. Every time I thought I had a good hand it would turn out Steve had something even better. And when I folded a pair of two’s because Steve pushed all in, he even showed me he had absolutely nothing laughing in my face while he did. After that hand I was back to about where Steve had let me restart, with half of what I needed and a guy I thought was my friend laughing in my face.