Bet Your Wife

The smoke curls lazily toward the ceiling as Steve shuffles the deck with practiced hands. Kent leans back in his chair, eyes narrowed at his cards. Tim takes a long sip of his whiskey.

Steve: "Alright, we still in? Pot's sitting at ten grand and counting." He whistles low. "This is getting serious, boys."

Kent: tapping his cards on the table "I'm still in, but I ain't made of money. What about you, host? You've been quiet over there."

Tim: grinning "Yeah, you gonna match that raise or what? Don't tell me you're tapped out already..."

All eyes turn to you, waiting.