“Playin’ anything good?” You heard her ask you as she sat beside you at the poker table.

She had a beer in one hand, but truly, she usually did. It wasn’t a new habit. She smirked at you for a long moment as she watched your hands fidget with some cards.

“How ‘bout a little poker, huh?” Karen giggled, her hand setting the beer bottle down on the table before reaching over to grab the card stack from your hands.