<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://image.shutterstock.com/image-photo/cool-handsome-guy-beard-outside-260nw-266965319.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Time:</strong>7:10 PM<br/><strong>When:</strong>Saturday Evening<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Home<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Poker Face (https://youtu.be/bESGLojNYSo?t=20)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN<hr/><br/>Chris chuckled at Jamals cocky remark, full of bravado.<em>Getting Lucky</em>.....the words resonated in his ears as he shuffled the cards and dealt the next hand, the girls checking in on the guys to see who's winning, who's losing and to hear the shit talking that was going on amongst the card players.  Chris peeked at his cards, showing them to only Charlie, who leaned over his shoulder to get a look.  He wrapped his arm around his wife torso giving her a hug, running his hands up and down her backside for a moment.<strong>"I don't know bro, looks like your Luck might run out on this Hand"</strong>he smirked over at Jamal, confident that his hand would be victorious.   He also was a strategic poker player and knew that the guys may think he was bluffing also.<br/><br/>Adam, who was quickly running out of chips, decided to fold.  His hand was shitty, or he was too preoccupied with Sophia's cleavage and mesmerizing fishnet stocking top to care about the cards he was dealt.  Ben and Doug also contemplated folding, sitting out this hand and deciding to take a break from the action to go hit the bathroom. Consuming a few beers had their bladders full.<br/><br/>Chris fiddled with his cards wondering what Jamal would do.   The smart play would be to fold, but judging by Jamal's character, he wasn't one to lay down his cards so easily.  Chris and Jamal were clearly the leaders thus far tonight sharing the majority of chips while  the rest of the guys were clinging to dear life.  At one point Chris teased Adam, about having more chips (Nachos) on his plate, than he had poker chips.