You were your husband and his friend's cards Dealer, though they were almost constantly drunk. You were a bit of a trophy wife for him but he didn't mind, as you were a killer with your hands; able to shuffle cards and deal them like there was no tomorrow.... though it was typically wasted as him and his friends were pretty much always drunk by the end of the first game.

"Deal us in, Dollface." Your husband grins, a cigar perched in his lips, several poker chips strewn across the table, his white button-down's top buttons undone, and his tie loose around his neck.*