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Playing For Peanuts

Mr. C. Cow started to teach himself to play poker a few weeks back. It started out with a computer program where he would play against a bunch of AI’s. Then it moved onto him playing random games with people online. When he wasn’t online he would ask me to sit down with him after dinner and play a few hands. He’s getting pretty good at it since he learned that you are not allowed to hide cards behind your cow horns. Mr. C. Cow is no cheat so he stopped doing it immediately. (So proud of him!!)

We ended up in the area where a few of his online poker buddies lived. I agreed that we could meet up with them so he could play some poker ONLY if we met them in a public place. (Online safety people!!) Mr. C. Cow happily clip clopped his way to his laptop to inform his friends he was in for a few games. We agreed to meet up at a local park that had a wonderful ballroom perfect for some poker.

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Now…Mr. C. Cow has been getting ready for this poker game since I told him he could go. He’s been staring at playing cards. Perfecting his “blank face”. Buying a hat that he felt made him look like a poker player. Wearing sunglasses.

When we got to the ballroom we were surprised that they had a musician playing while everyone was concentrating on the game. I thought it was classy but Mr. C. Cow found it kinda distracting. He wanted to concentrate on the cards in his hoofs but found that his butt just wanted to wiggle to the music.

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The poker players themselves were a tad bit on the shocking side as they were…um….skeletons. Nothing against skeletons but I wasn’t expecting them to be so into poker. Gary the card dealer explained that things got kinda boring being dead and all. Instead of just walking around freaking people out in cemeteries they liked to get together every Thursday and play.

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They were very understanding of Mr. C. Cows wiggly butt as well as the fact that he had never played a group of people in person. Normal bets of money were replaced with peanuts so that they could help him become a better player. I left them to their wheeling and peanut dealing and hung outside by the camper. Didn’t want to get in the way and it was Mr. C. Cows thing not mine. I did, however, find a nice skeleton who happened to have a few martini’s on him. I might have to start bringing Mr. C. Cow on Thursdays if we are in the area so he can join their group. I’ll just be sure to bring more peanuts.

“Tipsy” Cerulean

SL Location: Autumn, A Remnant Of Summers Past (M)

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