Chapter 2: Two
Third person POV
As early as the sixteenth century, Germans played a bluffing game called "Pochen." It later developed into a French version, called "Poque," which was eventually brought over to New Orleans and played on the riverboats that plied the Mississippi.
In the 1830s, the game was refined further and became known as Poker. During the Civil War, the key rule about drawing cards to improve one's hand was added. A variation - Stud Poker - appeared at about the same time.
There are hundreds of versions of Poker, and the game is played not only in private homes, but also in countless Poker rooms at famous casinos. Poker can be played socially for pennies or matchsticks, or professionally for thousands of dollars.
There is plenty of luck in Poker, but the game requires incredibly great skill as well, and each player is the master of his own fate.
The standard 52-card pack, sometimes with the addition of one or two jokers, is used. Poker is a one-pack game, but today, in virtually all games played in clubs and among the best players, two packs of contrasting colors are utilized in order to speed up the game.
While one pack is being dealt, the other is being shuffled and prepared for the next deal. The procedure for two packs is as follows: While the deal is in progress, the previous dealer assembles all the cards from the pack he dealt, shuffles them, and places them to the left.
When it is time for the next deal, the shuffled deck is passed to the next dealer. In many games in which two packs are used, the dealer's left-hand opponent, instead of the right-hand opponent, cuts the pack.
In clubs, it is customary to change cards often and to permit any player to call for new cards whenever they wish. When new cards are introduced, both packs are replaced, and the seal and cellophane wrapping on the new decks should be broken in full view of all the players.
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Colts eyes fluttered open to be met with black. He instinctively put his hands up to the thing covering his eyes and pulled it off. He was laying down in the backseat of a moving car.
He sat up a little more trying to get a glimpse out of the window. He was in the city, big building were flowing past him. He looked ahead to see two guys in the passenger and drivers seat.
Colts eyes fixated on the man in the drivers seat heavily. '𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭' the man spoke in his head. Colts eyes moved away from the man and towards the man in the passengers seat.
He focused but couldn't get anything, probably due to the after affects of getting knocked out. He sat fully up but made sure to press himself against the back of the drivers seat so he wouldn't be seen.
He looked around and saw the bag of his winnings on the seat beside him. He grabbed the back and pressed it against himself, sighing in relief that they didn't take it. Nothing was more important than the money in their.
He didn't know what type of car he was in but it was fancy, real fancy. His eyes widened as he spotted a gun on the floor across the car. His mind raced with possibilities of what these guys were and what they wanted with him.
Of course he had no idea how to use it. He was a gambler not a street fighter, or those badass silent people on t.v shows. But he has watched enough action movie and films to know how to work it at least.
He silently crawled over to the gun, picking it up quietly, and moving back to his hiding spot. He looked at the gun quickly turning the safety off and holding it against him. He had an idea but it could lead to his death.
He decided to grow a pair of balls and just do it. He stuffed the gun in the bag before suddenly unlocking the door and jumping out of the moving car. Cars stopped abruptly wondering what that hell was going on.
He didn't have time to dwell or look back as he took the off running in the opposite direction. He ran on the sidewalk running into pedestrians but kept going all together. He looked ahead and his eyes widened when he saw his older brother.
He ran up to him roughly grabbing his arm. "Where's your car" he frantically asked. "Oh hey bro, nice to see you too" he joked. Colt bit his lip aggravated. "We don't have time for this let's go!" He yelled.
"Ok ok, come on" his brother said leading him to where he parked his car. Colt hurriedly got into the passengers seat as his brother got into the drivers. They were about to take off when someone knocked on the window.
Colt looked outside the window and saw the guys who were kidnapping him staring at him, not looking happy.
"Well shit"
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