Charles' Playing With A Full Deck

For many years Charles had an addiction filled with more power that could illuminate two lighthouses looking exactly alike when viewed from the ocean. Thinking he ran Charles Town and the scenic seashore views from its mountains the teenager’s mental health never was confronted until this frightful evening.

Tied up to a chair that only a few hours ago was used as a seat to play poker Jess could see the jealousy in the eyes to the immature student not making coherent decisions at this moment.

“Unleash me,” Charles the varsity jacket wearing athlete commanded from his designated place, “and stop kickin Kirby, he fairly won the pot.”

“This has nothing to do with the chips on the table,” Charles came over and stared his classmate in the eye, “it has to do with the fudge raiser that put my father’s campaign out of the money.”

Finding another energy source, the young ball player who just a few hours ago was striking out batters with his mound tricks tried again to break free from the constraints. Seeing this pathetic attempt at victory Charles decided to acknowledge the desperate action.

“Is everything gone in Jess’s reserve,” Charles inquired about the all-star's tank being on empty.

“I have US Funds, my family are winners unlike those who are servants to the public,” Jess replied claiming that he could payoff whatever debt he created.

“Oh, excuse me,” the political son did his imitation that he saw on late night television, “wait a second your dylaaddie does not have all this money,” and that comment brought a sneer from Jess.

Leaving the wreck room and going into the kitchen Charles returned with a plate full, “They are called Hollywood Brown, and these little critters put me out of the money.”

“Where did you get them?”

“Guess who?” Charles smirked, “your little suntanned Dixie already to graduate to Playboy and Tinsel Town while you financially struggle in the minor leagues.”

“Where is she?”

“Well, Jess I had a Dixie Sunrise this morning and it was quite a show,” Charles answered with that grin, “I was driving my car to school and your fair maiden was claiming she needed a ride.”

“And what happened,” saliva left Jess’s bloody lips,

“She placed the Hollywood Brown’s that were on the tray on the dashboard, and I dropped her right by the hill next to the school, do not fret we parted and went our separate ways.

“And” Jess's teeth gritted

“She ascended the slope in a second I yelled you are winner so run rabbit.”

“I did not see her at school,” Jess reported, “what happened?”

“My pet friend Rahy,” Charles answered with a chuckle, “you see Raven Rahy starved when I was out of the money, so he took to his own pecking order.”

Only a few minutes later after noticing Kirby not there Charles was chomping on the award-winning Hollywood Browns in the shape of a naked statue the first baseman prepared to make an out, “What beats a full house?”

There was silence in the room until the young cheerleader with the southern belle accent appeared and Poppa standing behind looking like a man who just found the guy worthy of a shot gun wedding. “Don’t move, Charles, the political party games are over.”

Later that evening after the police did their job the three sat on the stoop outside, “so what does beat a full house?”

Kirby and Dixie looked at him, “a four of a kind,” they said in unison.

“But there are only three of us,” Jess replied and suddenly Dixie’s Father interrupted, “if you are looking for shotgun wedding prices before you head off to the minors all it costs is a shot gun and a justice of the peace, I have connections with both.”