Poker

[donkeyballs]

Alex hummed under his breath, leaning all the way back in his chair as he looked over his cards. He was making a show of being unsure, but he had a great hand. Only problem was, after a beer and a lot of Poker, he had nothing left to bet with, and Amos had just raised. He was pretty sure, however, that he could win this hand. So he needed something.

"Alrigh'," he said finally after a minute, "But I ain't got any scrip left, so I might have to literally bet the shirt off my back." He looked up at both of them - an amused smirk twitching at his lips. "If ya'll think you have the guts to match."