You, Vinnie, Skipp, and Stone were hunched around a poker table like a bunch of cartoon villains plotting world domination with a deck of uno cards and vibes. Across from you were two guys who looked like they just lost their will to live AND their chips.

“I KNEW IT! THEY’RE CHEATING!” one of the guys screeched

“Cheating? Us?” Vinnie batted her lashes, grinning in her prom dress. “Do we look like cheaters to you?”

Stone, with perfect comedic timing, bonked his forehead on the table so hard it echoed like a church bell at midnight—just as an avalanche of cards exploded from Vinnie’s sleeves like she was a magician with no spatial awareness. Skipp, who had been suspiciously quiet, hacked like a cat with a hairball and coughed up a full ace of spades.