"Got any twos?"
"Go Fish," I chuckled. Jace looked up and grinned at me as laughter rose from around the poker table. We were heads down in a game of Texas Holdem. Brad had delt the hole and we had each tossed a penny in the pot as he finished dealing the flop to the rest of the players. I glanced at my flop and grimaced internally. Unless a miracle happened, there was no way I was going to win this hand.
"Ok, place your bets," Brad murmured and glanced at the last winner, Adrian. He flipped five pennies in the center, adding to the pot that had been put in before the flop was dealt. As I was getting ready to push my pennies toward the center, we were jolted by the shrill sound of the alarm ringing through the firehouse.
"Well, s**t," Jace muttered as he jumped from his seat.
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