<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Wally, the factory worker</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>The Brazen Hussy</em>, "one of the town's seedier bars"<br/><strong>With:</strong>Phil, Levi<br/><br/>I may look young, but I'm as quick as they come on the draw and with the cards.  I know all the odds, all the probabilities of winning.  I rarely lost, and usually because I was just gauging a man's tells before a hand that counted for more.<br/><br/>For the first time in a long while, I was bleeding chips to a long haired feller and a whore-ish brunette.  She sure had the face and the curves and the moves to part a fool from his money, a fool like me, apparently.  And him.  I should have taken him easily, but it just wasn't happening.<br/><br/>I lost a lot of money to these two and there was almost no way I was going to get it back... not on the card table at least.<br/><br/>I finally had a good hand.  Nearly unbeatable.  I was eager to see what everyone had, and I said those words.<br/><br/><strong>"All in."</strong><br/><br/>I looked to the player next to me.<br/><br/><strong>"Well, you in or out?  Let's get on with it."</strong>