Tag: Dead Beat
After the break, Dimitar went on the attack. For an hour, it worked. He saw his stack grow, almost in step with the one in front of Bones. Half the day had passed, and late registration was approaching when the two of them got it all into the middle. Dimitar had been the aggressor and […]
The World of Poker ‘Cruise to a Million’ Main Event took place in the ballroom of The Ambassador. After a night of fractured of sleep, Dimitar rose with the sun and ate as much breakfast as he could manage. He was hoping for a long day at the felt on the first day of a […]
At the same time that Dimitar was questioning Sofia, Serf and Elena were sitting down to dinner in Paris. It should have been a romantic setting, surrounded by couples interlocking their fingers, staring deeply into their partners’ eyes, and sharing coy smiles as thoughts of the future or happy memories danced in their minds. Had […]
The phone call was on hold in the casino office, a gray room that was completely opposite the neon-lit games room of the lower deck. The office was a sharp contrast, with its dull, muted tones and cluttered atmosphere. Dimitar almost tripped over a bulky printer that awkwardly sat on the floor of the outer […]
The two men left Simone at the roulette wheel as an elderly couple sidled up to the table. The man sat while the woman perched at his shoulder, her arm draped over his shoulders. Dimitar smiled at the croupier, and she smiled in response with the same honest and welcoming warmth. When they arrived at […]
Dimitar’s cabin was in the first-class section, and it looked like it was worth every penny Sam had paid for it. The four-poster bed with a mattress that was so high it invaded the personal space of the ceiling fan. The bedclothes were a blend of brilliant white and golden silk, and Dimitar dropped backward […]
The ship was almost full by the time they arrived in Southampton. The docks, coated in a late afternoon sheen of light rain, were lit up by the re-emerging sunshine. ‘If you need me, just call. Anything but a buy-in.’ Sam said. Dimitar subconsciously touched the money in his pocket. It felt unnaturally heavy. ‘I […]
The few hours of sleep felt more like a long blink than a proper nap to Dimitar. Barely three hours had passed when he was awoken by a knock on the door by Sam. “Thought you might like a cup of tea to celebrate last night,” the smiling Englishman said. Dimitar shared a false smile, […]
‘If I hear you speak again, I will not be so polite. I know you want your man to win, but he is outmatched, and I will show him how little hope he really has.’ ‘Because you can play poker better than him?’ asks Elena. ‘You think that is the measure of a man? What […]
The first few hands were by-the-book small ball. The button player raised, c-bets, wins the pot. On the fifth hand, Dimitar looked at his screen and saw the seven and eight of diamonds. He remembered how Elena had always loved diamonds, how they felt and shone, and how the colours and shapes would dance around […]
‘How am I supposed to play you heads-up when I only have cash money here and you’re god knows where?’ Dimitar asked. ‘That’s already taken care of. When you and I have completed our session, I’ll send someone to you. They’ll either collect my winnings or hand you yours.’ ‘Thought of everything haven’t you?’ Dimitar […]
Dimitar was patient and managed to climb into second of the three players left. Sam was still leading, but that was OK. Dimitar knew that his friend had his back. So when he looked down at pocket jacks and lead out, he saw Sam’s raise as a red cape to a bull. Finding Jacks when […]
