Two years ago...
The casino floor glowed beneath gold lights and cigarette smoke.
Cards slapped against green felt tables. Chips clicked together in nervous hands. Somewhere deeper in the hall, a woman laughed too loudly while a jazz band played over hidden speakers. Waitresses in black dresses moved through the crowd carrying expensive liquor most people there could barely afford.
Frank sat at the poker table with his sleeves rolled halfway up and a cigarette hanging lazily from the corner of his mouth.
His eyes stayed on the cards.
The dealer glanced around the table.
"Place your bets, gentlemen."
Chips slid forward.
A fat man across from Frank smirked as he pushed a stack into the center. "You should fold this one, Frankie."
Frank ignored him.
He took a slow drag from his cigarette and looked at his remaining chips.
Not much left.
Hell... story of my life.
"Call," another player said.
The dealer turned toward Frank.
"And you, sir?"
