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Jack
He glanced at the considerable cleavage of the waitress and was about to chat her up when the “couldn’t care less” look in her tired eyes stopped him cold.
Cold. This Vegas trip had been cold and he was in the kind of hole that’d require the sort of loan that gets covered with either cash or kneecaps. He was staring at his Stud hand.
King, Ten, Ace of Clubs. Hmmm.
The dealer turned the Queen of Clubs and sweat broke out on his brow. One card from The Royal and a haul that’d change everything.
The last card flipped.
Stevil 
With the sweating brow, everyone else with any sense would have immediately folded had the next card been the Jack.
Nice to see you back to doing these.
Thanks — it’s funny, I think about stories when I’m walking the dog, but then forget them by the time I have a few minutes to write!
Awesome! I love this one….
Thanks Ross!