It was the final round of the Poker Superbowl, and Waco Jim's final chance. If he didn't win this, he would never be allowed to play poker again, if he even survived the night. His chips looked good enough to sit on the table, but if somebody tried to cash them in ... hoo boy. He had to win it all.
"Five card draw, gams wild," said Peanut as he dealt the cards.
"What?" he asked, but was promptly shushed. No talking was allowed during the final round. He anxiously picked up his cards. What was a gam? But his confusion only intensified when he saw his "hand."
2 of clubs, 2 of diamonds, Harry Chester, Miss America and Willie Woo.
"What the hell?" he thought. "Who are these people, and why are they in his hand?"
Then he smirked. It didn't matter, did it? He had no choice but to go all in and try to win the pot. Timmy the Weasel folded, but Peanut was in. Time to draw. Not knowing what he had, Waco Jim was scared to lose any of it. So he didn't draw. This made Peanut sweat a little. He took two cards.
With Jim all in, there was no further betting. Peanut had three Aces. Waco Jim put down his hand. "Full house, right?" he guessed. "Miss America's got the gams, so I put her with these two hot-to-trot types over here, right?"
"What?" exclaimed Peanut. "They can't share her. That's immoral!"
"What's morality got to do with poker?"
"Look," said Peanut a little desperately, "she's not into Willie. She likes Harry over there. But Harry's not into women, if you know what I mean."
"Now that you mention it, you're right."
Peanut sighed with relief.
"But look at those gams on Harry! That's two wild cards. Four of a kind. I win." Waco Jim took the money and ran. |
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