License to live

You’re here to play. The game is $75-150 Stud and everyone at the table is serious. Their skin appears almost gray with the need to win. The chips are slamming into the pots and its 3 and 4 way action every hand. Chips are being moved across the table like casinos are imploded in Las Vegas.

There’s a guy (Da Guy) in the three seat that looks like he has no business being in the game. Da Guy’s antsy, younger than most of the players. He stands up – watching the game at the next table which is $40-80 stud – then he’s back in his seat, putting up an ante for the next hand. Fidgeting back and forth, he watches the dealer like a hawk ready to swoop in and pick up his next meal.
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