While out with the guys he found himself nervously falling into a poker game with high stakes. Yet his nerves weren’t because of the game, it was because of the sheer fact that his wife was against gambling. She hated it and had her fully justified reasons that he respected-and in part taking in the activity now felt like he was betraying that respect and Silver. But it was looking very much in their favour so he couldn’t pull away from the table, and it even concluded with an abundant amount of money won.
He fist pumped victorious and agreed to head to the bar for celebrations complying with what Jason ordered without really hearing it.
Blake took a glance over his shoulder back to the table where the losers were slowly clearing out. “You’re god damn right they better,” he said. Usually Blake wasn’t so intense but there was a lot of money won. Money that could subtract problems and invite more luxuries into his life. Blake smirked and clinked Jason’s glass, who didn’t wait up, with his own and slowly turned to admire the view where he had got some luck for a nice change, sipping from his own glass.
He sighed out self-satsified.“What are we gonna do with all that money?” Blake said dreamily, leaning on the bar. “Alex. What are you gonna do?” he inquired.