The room lay in silence besides the clinking of ice nudging the side of glass as drinks are set down
on the felt table or the shuffling of the deck of cards by the dealer. Of the five teenagers allowed to
play at the high stakes poker game two remained. The other three stood anxiously by waiting to see
who would walk away the winner and with at least fifty thousand dollars lining their pocket.

"Are you in?" the dealer spit out while combing his mustache and wondering how he got to this place.
Why he was dealing in a shit hole underground game instead of a high rise casino and instead of young
teenagers to adults. He stared to his left, a pretty young blonde no more than seventeen raised her brow in
concentration at the cards in her hands. Supple lips meeting a wet pink tongue as it slid across to moisten
the suddenly dry mouth.

Blue eyes scrunched as they danced upon the cards, she didn't have to bad a hand but it could be better,
nothing a little trading wouldn't cure, "I'm in."

Her words laced with a soft teasing smirk that almost had her opponet ready to fold but in the end as honey
brown hair flipped over a tanned shoulder the words, "I"m in." came tumbling out with a matching smirk.

The dealer rolled his eyes and flipped three cards out on the table before glancing over to the brunette.
Her dark brown eyes sparkled in the lime light of the over hanging torch, "I bet it all." Her strong but
feminine hands pushed the poker chips into the middle of the table as the three other teenagers gasped and
their eyes snapped to the blonde who held her shock in with great trouble but it was masked quite well from
those who didn't know her.

Another swipe of her tongue across those lush lips and a glance up at her opponet who sat back in idle wait
for her to make up her mind, "You can always fold Spencer."

A growl escape the young seventeen year old as her foot bounced under the table, "No Way Ashley. Let you
win, what kind of enemy would I be if I let that happen?"

Ashley scowled, she never did consider Spencer an enemy but the blonde thought horrible of her and friends
was an unlikely situation to find her self in so she sat back with a shrug not wanting to comment.

"I'm in."

Ashley sat forward glancing at the pile in front of the blonde, "You don't have enough."

Realizing this with great agitation the blonde scratched her neck feeling the back of her watch scrap at the
tiny hairs. Bringing her arm down she stared for a second in thought. Her grandmother gave her that watch
two years ago than died a few months later, it was a memory of the one person who got her to the core but
she couldn't let the Ashley Davies win a match because she didn't have the money. That just wasn't feasible
because any one who played this game knew you won or went out with nothing to your name, you didn't fold
especially if you were Ashley or Spencer.

Biting her bottom lip she rubbed the back of her neck feeling the metal of her watch scrap against the tiny
hairs. Bringing her arm down she stared at the sleek metal and ticking hands, it was given to her by her
grandmother two years ago and then a few months later she passed away. The watch held a lot of memories.

Closing her eyes she detached the watch and tossed it on the table then looked across at dark brown eyes
boring into her own blue ones, "Spencer no...that was..."

Before the boy on the wall could finish her hand shot up stilling his own lips, "I know Glen." He was her
brother so she knew she'd hear more later at home.

Ashley loved the fire behind the pretend coldness wafting off the blonde, it enthralled her to no end to know she
was usually the cause, "No offense but that dime store watch isn't going to cover it."

Spencer growled slamming her hands on the table, "That is no dime store watch you ass."

The dealer picked it up and examined it with his small glass magnifier, "It isn't dime store." Spencer smirked, "But
it doesn't cover the full bid." Ashley smirked. The two girls stared at each other letting the words of the dealer escape
into the room, "So do you fold?" he asked after a minute wanting to go home and get away from them until two
Saturday's from now.

"No...she doesn't." Ashley spoke before a sound could leave moving lips.

"I don't? I have nothing else on me to cover it."

"You do have something that I'm willing to accept for the bid and you can keep that cheap watch," Ashley smirked letting
her eyes sparkling with intent but what intent it was Spencer couldn't tell.

"What is it?" She asked as her leg continued to bounce but a bit more rapidly as she grew nervous.