Isaiah took a seat next to Ema and slowly watched the dancers glide across the floor. All of them were acceptable, none were fantastic. He hadn't thought of what he would doif she had said no and fell into a rare comfortable silence. 'I'm Robert, or Rob. I'm afraid I don't know your names, though. S...

Isaiah smiled as she saw her wave at him. He didn't really know what to expect her reaction would be. 'Not so bad yourself, Isaiah. So what's an upstanding guy like you doing without a date tonight?' she replied. He hadn't expected a compliment. Especially not a double compliment. Isaiah hadn't made...

Isaiah sat with a few straddlers at his table, chewing a minty piece of gum in his mouth. His other friends had left with their whores to fornicate in a lustful night of sin. His eyes scanned the crowd in one last attempt to locate someone with a reserved attitude like himself. He was having no luck...

Isaiah was a little taken aback by her response. He had of course read one or two books on the subject but hardly expected a girl like her to read it. She was very well read, in fact, her vocabulary forced him to concentrate more one what she was saying. 'Yeah, that book seems pretty spooked for me ...

'No, seriously, it's okay, don't worry about it.' The conversation was more awkward than he had anticipated, very much awkward. He didn't want to look bored or apprehensive considering he'd hit her with a baseball. 'Eh, and I'm Ema, by the way.' He forced himself not to smile or chuckle. Ema... what...

'No big deal, I should've known not to sit so close.' the girl replied. Isaiah felt very bad, an overreaction that he had developed from his Christian upbringing. He needed to make the right. He leaned the bat against the bench and took a seat next to the girl. He picked up the ball and dropped it b...

Isaiah turned to his left and glanced at the ginger girl on the bench. He expected a sarcastic remark to be fired at him. The silence made him feel more uncomfortable than usual. He didn't mind people watching his performances, when they were good. He glanced at his watch, one of his nervous ticks. ...

'Show me what you got...' Isaiah brought steel baseball bat above his right shoulder, staring at the pitching machine. This was as close as a duelling a student got in the modern world, minus the guns, leather dusters, boots and cigarettes. The ball was released silently. His weight shifted to his b...

Cowards Alex glanced at his hand and rubbed his left eyebrow. Kayla had put in quite a sum. Perhaps this was her game or perhaps she was a fool. Would he risk 40% of his pot to raise her to $2. He gulped another small quantity of cider and made his decision. He pushed $1 worth of chips into the pil...

Dealing always had it's charm and advantage giving Alex prime position to assess the hands of the other players. He expected their curiosity influenced their bets more than the associated probabilities. Alex's maths (or math, as painful as it was to mention) was good enough for him to work out basic...

((Starting new order, I'll PM you your cards soon)) 'You don't know, Alex. He might be a 70-year-old who moisturizes a lot,' Isabel replied. Alex smiled, impressed with her wit. He was also pleasantly surprised. To save his pride, Alex continued with a normal shuffle to get the cards thoroughly mixe...

Finally, the conversation was flowing properly. He locked eyes with Charlotte after her tease and gave her a subtle wink. The cards beneath his hand were cleanly pushed back into a single deck. Anyone who notice the single manoeuvre would think he had redeemed himself. 'Are we playing girls vs. guys...

((Understood Che!)) Alex hadn't expected a double compliment from Isabel, of all people. They had be friends since his move to St Paul, but he thought he knew her well enough for her not to feel obliged to compliment him. 'I must admit, you look very sophisticated tonight. You should tell my uncle y...

'Illicit Trevor! You shame me, with your accusation!' He smiled 'We're playing Texas Hold'em as that's what I have the cards and the mat for.' The damn door knocker went again. He looked at the digital clock, it was 20:03. Why did John have to clock off at exactly 20:00 every night! Alex excused him...

'You might not intend to lose it, Tre. But someone might take it.' he turned as another person entered the room 'the wooden box is where its going, it'll be in sight at all times.' He made eye contact with the newcomer, it was Simon. Of all the people he respected, Simon came pretty close to the top...