{joey tribbiani ff}
•book one•
Heather Bing moves to New York, hoping that her life will continue to be as perfect as it currently is. She has a comfortable place to live, friends to laugh with and a boyfriend that she truly loves.
"I could've reach...
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chapter seventeen ~ the one with all the poker Heather's POV
Poker. A game that I always won when I played back home and one that I hadn't played in a long time. Growing up, our Mom had taught us how to play ever since we knew how to read because she knew that it was the kind of trick that we needed to know about. She would tell us that if you knew how to play a good game of poker then you would be able to get out of any bad situation, especially if you needed money, it was the perfect way to get some extra cash. Chandler and I would always play a game of poker with our cousins at family events and we were always the winners because of how good we had played. Now, it had been a while since I had played a professional game which didn't include shots but the girls were keen on playing and showing the boys that they were just as good. Passing up an opportunity to prove the boys wrong was something that I wasn't going to do.
I didn't tell the girls that I knew a lot about poker because I felt bad about being better than them and let them think that I was a novice just like they were. They weren't very good when we started practising but I was glad that they weren't giving up and they were determined to beat the boys which made me really proud too. My only hope was that the boys would go easy on them and that they wouldn't make small mistakes that could cost them the whole game. Luckily, Monica knew someone who was apparently a professional poker player and asked her to come to the apartment and teach us how to play and win. I was sat on the arm of the couch when the door knocked and Monica stepped forward to answer it, explaining exactly who she had invited over to help us win.
"That's Aunt Iris, this woman has been playing poker since she was five. Listen to every word she says."
The woman at the door was older than I had imagined and seemed quite innocent, a worried look on her face when she saw us. "Hi, is Tony Randall dead?"
"No, why?" Monica asked.
At the same time, I shook my head. "I don't think so."
"Well, he may be now because I think I hit him with my car."
"Oh my God, really?" Monica gasped, her hands flying over her mouth as we all mirrored her reaction and panicked that she had hit someone with her car.
"No, that's bluffing. Lesson number one. Let me tell you something, everything you hear at a poker game is pure crap. Nice earrings."
"Thank-" Phoebe stopped herself when she realised what Aunt Iris was trying to prove.
"Girls, sit down."
"Aunt Iris, that's Phoebe and Rachel and Heather-"
"Yeah, yeah. I'm parked at a meter." She began shuffling the cards as we all took our seats at the table and prepared to take on the boys. We knew that we weren't good enough to play professional games against people who would bet thousands, but we were determined to beat the boys and show them that we were just as good as them. We didn't want them to think that they were better than us at anything, not even at this game, which they believed they could beat us at. "Let's do it, okay?"
