The
tendrils of smoke was undulating and unfurling to linger in the air and
be inhaled unintentionally by the only non smoker in the room. Rupert
Blackaby coughed and spluttered, wafting the smoke away from him with
the hand which was not holding his cards.
“Its
your turn Blackaby” the man sitting just opposite him said in a gruff
voice before taking a long drag of his cigarette which lit up orange as
he inhaled the toxic smoke.
“I’m
sorry but i fold, and i don’t wish to continue playing,” Rupert said
getting up from the table, “Its not a game i enjoy playing” he said not
feeling very confident as he said this as these men were a lot bigger
and tougher than he was.
“Why
man, you could earn a hefty load if you continue playing,” the man said
pointing at the jar of money in the centre of the table which had been
slowly filling with pound coins and a couple of ten pound notes.
“Not
my cup of tea,” Rupert said with a weak smile, Rupert wasn’t too sure
about these men, they seemed like the type to take illegal drugs and
commit crimes on the sly which made him wonder how Jamie knew this group
of ruffians . It had been Jamie who had suggested that Rupert meet
them.
“I
tell you what, i’ll raise the stakes” the man who had been introduced
to Rupert as Harry suggested; pulling out a fifty pound note from his
wallet. Drug money, Rupert thought.
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