People Poker/Game
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Pogo lights up his third cig. Lights… Camel Lights. His friends give him shit about it every once and a while because his ex looked like Camel Joe. He refuses this notion.
Pogo is a medium-sized, brown and white fox terrier. His mom, Mixie, was a slut in the Southside of Seattle and made herself available to just about any mutt wanting to get a quick fix. She wasn’t usually picky, but she avoided the bitchies.
Pogo wasn’t a mistake though; he was born pure from a Stud just outside of Green River. Mixie used to be prize winner back in her youth and wanted to re-live the spectacle and show. With a liter of five, only the youngest, Terry, gave a shit about mother’s motives. The rest sunk further down the spiral of bad friends, good drugs, and no ambition. Pogo was no exception.
“What the fuck you doing mate… put that shit out or take it outside!!” They were playing their usual game of cards; this time at Bono’s house. Bono is a big fuckin brute of a rabbit, distinguishable not only by his size but also his shades. He wears wire-framed, dark-blue-tinted glasses that ‘saturate his outward view of the world.’ He never takes the things off, and for that he is commonly known as “blue balls.” Bono and Pogo have been friends for years.
“Don’t be such a rabbit’s paw you faggot. Since when do you give a shit about smoking up in this shabby-shack?” …a moment of silence passes by… “Fuck you… I’ll be back.”
Bono actually was a faggot... or at least bisexual. He discovered this a year ago but never told Pogo. They were roommates at the time.
At the poker game was also Yessa and Job. Yessa is a bloke from Bono’s hood and an enthusiast of the game. They aren’t much of friends, but an extra seat was available and Bono is pretty good at reading Yessa’s tells. Well… he used to be. Yessa spent a few years in the pen for sleeping with the wrong girl… it turns out she was married to a cop; a dirty harry. While in the hole, he spent most of his free-time learning the cards; he still plays clean, but he’s smarter than before and his face is a blank slate.
Job is chums with both Pogo and Bono. Although a bit of a nerd, he’s also sly, sharp, and coy. He can talk himself into any situations and talk his way back out just as easily.
“I’m gonna join him, Bono” Job quickly replies and stands up from the table. Job doesn’t smoke at all, but he never misses a chance for some porch time. He enjoys the sounds of the night and the possibility of free-flowing conversation. At the table it’s all about the game… and Job is no good at the game.
Job threw himself on the porch couch and immediately starts talking about his girl, Rachie. Pogo, sitting on the balcony, listens only half-attentively as he mentally drowns in his own thoughts. They never finished their game.
