As soon as I read the message, I smile like a loon.
Nik123: How do you girls feel about Poker?
Chapter Nine
Poke Her Face
Every Thursday night is Poker night with the guys. As soon as I sent Tina a message asking the girls to Poker night, I knew I’d fucked up. The guys were going to string me by my balls. But I’m so desperate to see Tina again, I’m taking the any excuse will do route. When I told the guys, it went a little like this.
“So, everyone still on for Poker night?” I anxiously ask.
Max picks up on it, narrows his eyes at me and says, “Yeah, I think. Ghost wasn’t sure if he could make it. Might just be me, you, and Trick. ”
I brighten a little too much and chime, “Oh, okay. We might have some extra players to fill in for him. ”
Max questions, “And who would these extra players be?”
I try my best at being inconspicuous, “Tina. Nat, Mimi, and Lola. ”
Max looks as me a full minute before he bursts into laughter. He straightens up and says, “You’re shittin’ me, right?”
I need to sweeten the deal.
I blurt, “Tina’s bringing two different types of cupcakes. She said she only ever makes them for special occasions so you know they’re gonna be good. ”
Max’s brows lift, he strokes his chin and says, “Okay, I’m good with it. You know Trick will be good with it. ” He smiles a cruel smile and rasps, “You’re telling Ghost. ”
I’d rather shit in my hands and clap!
Ghost doesn’t like changes to his routine. I call him and the second I greet him I know I’ve fucked up by being too cheerful. I normally say Hey but today I say Hey brother, how are you today? He knows something’s up so I just blurt it out. He laughs and teases me, “You’re pussy whipped. ”
I claim, “I can’t be pussy whipped. I haven’t even had the pussy to be whipped!”
Take that, Ghost! Oh, wait…
He chuckles, “That’s even worse, bro. ”
Fuck me, it totally is.
I’m shocked when Ghost agrees without a fight. I did sweeten him up with hopes of Tina’s cupcakes though.
I told Tina to tell the girls to come around eight thirty. We don’t eat dinner beforehand; we order pizza and eat while we play.
It’s now eight o’clock. Max has ordered the pizza to be here at nine and I’m putting together our bigger poker table which seats ten.
Over the next twenty minutes the guys, Nat, Lola, and Mimi have shown up.
When the doorbell rings, I’m up and heading to the door before anyone can get it.
***
Whoa, this can’t possibly be it?
I check the address again. Sure enough, I’m at the right place. And it’s big. Really big. So big that it has those huge, fancy cast iron gates. Someone has been kind enough to leave those open. I head down the long driveway and I see Mimi’s car there. They could fit at least ten cars in front of the house. And that’s not including down the driveway.
I asked Meems to pick up Lola and Nat because I had cupcakes to finish and thought I’d be late. Better only one person being late than two.
I park my Dung Beetle, grab my containers of baked delights and head over to the front door. It’s a classy timber double door. It’s nicely carved around the edges. My father would appreciate this door. I ring the bell and the sounds of soft bells chimes in the background.