Finnegan
"You're cheating,"
Slow music filled the bar around us as well as the Sunday of people chatting. Through the slight gaps in our VIP booth, I could see people troop in and out of the bar, the smell of whiskey and bourbon heavy in the air.
I held my cards up, grunted and threw it in the centre of the table along with the order pile of cards. "I fold,"
"Ah! I guess I win again," Henry gloated, swiping the chips towards him.
"Henry's definitely cheating!"Eric said, pointing at Henry across the table. "There is no other explanation for winning four times in a row."
"The explanation," My best friend fanned his cards in Eric's face. "...is that I'm better than you. I've always been better than you, I'm the king of cards. This isn't new information, Eric."
Eric turned to his father. "Your friend is a menace."
