The man with the pot belly remarked " I don't think I've ever seen a man more clean shaven. Its like Mr.Clean is playing with us boys."
An eruption of laughter followed.
"Don't mind him he's just yanking your chain."
Marc smiled politely, he wasn't good at cards. Not like these guys at least. The large guy dealt fast, they started playing Texas hold'em then, some variation the guy was explaining its just one deck, and Kevin used to be a professional dealor, like made money off of it and stuff.
Marc hadn't smelled a cigar in probably 5 years. Probably the last one was with the man in the nice suit. Probably. The cigar smoke slowly twisted up and away from the guy that gave him whiskey. He had offered him one even.
"Its no cuban, but its one of the best in
Bloomington, IN
I guarantee that much."
"Yeah but don't trust his guarantee on anything else."
The room again erupted with laughter.
Marc kept checking over his shoulder, wondering if the woman and the front desk was bothered by the noise, but she didn't seem to mind. Didn't seem to care, for all Marc knew these were the owners.
