Tara's eyes peek over her laced fingers at everyone. She either has a good set, or she's trying to force everyone else to fold. I swear she's got the best poker face and I can never tell if she's bluffing or not.
"Come on, you stupid fucking lesbian!" Mark yells as he slams his cards on the table. "You won't even flinch!"
"Mark, calm down. We still don't know if she's bluffing or not," Sean says as he rubs Mark's forearm.
"That crazy bitch. She's fucking evil. She's a witch and she's casting spells on us, I say!" Mark stares Tara down and she lays her hands down, straightening up and challenging him. They seem to talk with their eyes and she suddenly cocks an eyebrow after a long thirty seconds. "Fuck it. I fold." He throws his cards on the table.
Tara looks at him as she slowly places her cards on the table, face up. It's a shit hand. But she got him to fold. "What?!" Mark yells as he stands up. "Witch!" He yells as he grabs the bottom of the table. Everyone leans back as he throws the table on it's side. Cards scatter across the floor and we all look back at Mark.
"Was that necessary?" Sean asks. Mark nods and sits in his chair.
"Mark, you have to clean that up." I say as I stand up, stretching back and leaning forward.
"Well, yeah." Sean giggles.
"Excuse me, can I get my check?" Tara asks.
"What?" Mark looks at her.
"Well, there was two-thousand in that pot. So I'd like my money, please." She smiles, her eyes squinting.
"You fucking witch ass lesbian." Mark mutters under his teeth. "Sean get me another deck of cards." Sean quickly sputters out of the room to get a deck of cards. He comes back with a fresh deck. "Shuffle them." Mark orders him. Sean obeys. "Alright, Tara. I'm gonna pull from the top. You're gonna pull from the bottom. Highest card wins. Double or nothing."
"Okay." Tara smiles.
"Mark, what are you doing?! We can't lose that kind of money!" Sean says as he pulls the cards out of Mark's reach.
"Listen, this is a game of chance. Not a game of face. It's a fifty-fifty shot." Mark looks at him intently. Sean slowly moves the deck between them.
"Alright. Mark, from the top." Sean says and he closes his eyes, seemingly a little scared.
I feel my teeth dig into my lip, even I'm nervous. "Aha! I got queen! Now that's pretty high!" Mark laughs as he holds up a queen of clubs.
Sean sighs in relief. There's only two cards Tara can get to beat it. A king or an ace. "Tara, from the bottom." Tara reaches over and grabs the bottom card. She looks at it and starts laughing.
She turns the card around as she jumps. "Ace!"
"What?!" Mark and Sean scream.
"Ahaaaa!" Tara yells and hugs her card. "I got four thousand dollars!" She throws her head around happily.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Sean screams as he glares at Mark. "What the fuck!" Sean grabs Mark's arm and pulls him down the hallway.
Tara laughs with her hands on her hips. "They know I won't take the money from them."
"They seem like they're pretty peeved," I say. She looks at me and then down the hallway at their door.
"Oh, well. They could use a little friction to fire up in bed." She giggles as she walks over to the couch, grabbing her jacket off the back. "I have to go, I have a hair appointment. Wanna come with?" She asks as she smiles at me.
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Step Brother 2://:Tyler Scheid
Fanfiction"It's been four fucking years, Andrew! Get. Over. It!"
