Five Card Stud

“Okay, the game is five card stud, you got that over there bud?” “Yeah, I got it, don't worry about me. You should be more worried about your money.” The cards are dealt and hands are played, but my chips are starting to fade. They look at me and laugh at mine. “Don't worry it will happen all in good time.” The men to my left and right folded down. “So you still think I'm a joke in this town?” His temper is starting to turn hot. “There's a lot of money in that pot.” He looked at me and stared real hard. I look back and say “I only need one card.” He passes it to me, “so you feeling frisky? You'll lose your wallet and drown in that whiskey.” He leaned in, “so what's your call, you in?” “My call is I'm all in and I'm going to win. There is over a thousand dollars in there. Call me, I can't even beat a pair.” He slams his cards down, “I'm out. I had a pair, what did you have,” he began to shout I leaned forward and slowly flip my cards staring through my shades. “I have a ten, jack, queen, king all hearts and this last card, a three of spades.” “I said one pair could beat me, but you don't have the right stuff, Like I said, it will all come back to me, just waiting to catch your bluff. Well thank you all, you've been the most kind women I've ever met. Here's a tip, don't lean in you do that when you bluff. Thanks again ladies, I have to jet.”