Arawn
“I’m out.” Bernard grunts, throwing his cards onto the table.
And I grin before taking in all the chips lying on the table. “Bad luck, Bernie.”
“So, we are all going to just ignore the elephant in the room?” Jensen snorts, but I don’t react to it. Throwing my cards his way.
“Just deal another hand, Jensen. Stop bitching around.”
Collecting the cards with a scoff, he starts riffling them reluctantly.
“What elephant?” Bernard asks, his cigar between his teeth.
“He is probably talking about the girl, Bernie.” Harvey says with a slight grin.
“Oh!” Bernard’s laugh rumbles through the room. “You mean his tea!”
I glare at him but he remains unfazed. “She is a keeper, old boy!”
“Just shut up,” I murmur, distorting my face.
“She is the tea?” Jensen and Harvey say nearly in unis
