Three Childish
Tim held the deck of cards in his hand, "What should we wager?"
Grey teased him, "One lash for each lost game?"
Tim was speechless, "Enough, you pest."
Glancing at the tower of champagne glasses on the nearby table, Tim casually suggested, “A drink per round?”
Grey, mid-drink, quipped, "Boring."
Tim suddenly thought of something, “How about eating a chili pepper?”
Amongst the three, Grey had the lowest tolerance for spice, even showing symptoms of chili allergy. Tim's suggestion was clearly targeted, pure retaliation.
Without waiting for Grey to protest, Tim challenged, "Dare you?"
Grey hit back, "Bring it on, your luck has always been the worst. You wounds will end up inflamed."
For the nth time, Tim contemplated standing up to retaliate.
Tim was about to deal the cards.
Grey took the cards from his hands, giving them to Valentina, “Baby, you deal. I’m worried this fool will resort to cheating when losing."
"You're insulting my profession."
Grey mocked, "You're not the one pounding th
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