focus.. sweat.. the weight of the load.. a bite to the sandwich.. emotions running through veins.. that drumming beat that moves your toe.. another second of concentration, and that old monster trick is recalled.. three heads one tail.. three tails one head.. what was that btw? whatever, it’s just that usual amazing headache: sink that glass of red, look them in their eyes and throw that damn card..
and the game is over.
turn your back and go home satisfied, whatever is left on that green table..