The Most Epic of Poker Games(Open)

At my age, I don't care much about winning. It's the fun of cheating with Billy or whatever we do together. I take out a cigarette and light it. I toss in another two chips. Next to me Billy grins at my cigarette. It's issuing a thick smoke that smells terrible. It made me cough, first time I smoked it, but now I've gotten used to it. Billy's used to it too, as he has been hanging around with me playing poker and black jack while I smoked the thing. I know I've been advised not to smoke, but I'm reaching the end of my laugh around now, and, hey, I can do whatever the heck I want.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Helen walking past. Sometimes she stills joins in one of my games of poker, but never when I'm smoking. She sniffs haughtily and turns away, no doubt to go back to her good-for-nothing dirty little husband. I puff with some venom on my cigarette.