Quick a/n: I probably did a lot of maths wrong in this chapter so if you see any mistakes please let me know so I can edit them.

Gambling certainly isn't my thing.
It's difficult, it's scary and there's a lot of money on the line which terrifies me.

We're currently on round nine and I've got a total of a two hundred and fifty thousand dollars which makes my head spin at the thought. I mean, that much money represented by twenty five chips? It's ridiculous how easy it would be to lose it.

A rush of adrenaline and fear rushes through my body as I take a peek at my card.
Two of clubs.

"Ooh, this is a good card." Tweek smirks.

"How would you know? We haven't even got our other card yet." Stan raises his eyebrow slightly.

"I don't want to say too much, but my card has a number that is in all four suits." Tweek giggles.

"Umm... that could be said about any card," Doctor Marsh frowns. He turns to Stan, "how high is he?"

Stan shrugs. Doctor Marsh shrugs back and deals out the second card.
We all lift them above our heads and check each other's.

Tweek has a nine of diamonds, Stan has a seven of spades and Doctor Marsh has a four of diamonds.
I push my card slightly forward to let Stan know which card he has. When he turns his card sideways my heart begins to race.

I've got two clubs, which is a suit, which means I have a high chance of winning this round!

"Time to place bets," Doctor Marsh announces, "since it's the penultimate round I'm going to take a risk and put in five chips."

He puts his five chips in the middle of the table and sits back in his chair, satisfied.

Tweek pushes forward one chip and a condom wrapper.

"Tweek, I swear to fucking God..." Stan mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose again.

"Whoops! I didn't mean to pull that out," Tweek blushes slightly, replacing the wrapper with a cigarette lighter.

"Look, kid, just fold." Doctor Marsh says, sounding extremely exasperated.

Tweek shrugs and withdraws his chip and lighter.

Stan thinks for a moment, his eyes darting around the table as if trying to work something out. They linger on my stack of chips and his father's stack of chips, then eventually fall up on his own.

"I'll raise you two chips." Stan pushes forward seven chips, meaning he has none left.

"Oh?" Doctor Marsh raises an eyebrow and smirks, "taking a big risk, are we?"

Stan doesn't say anything, he just nods.

"Well then, you must be confident in your card."

Doctor Marsh puts two chips with his other five. He's betting seventy thousand dollars like Stan is and he also has no more chips left.

I find myself gripping the table and biting the inside of my cheek so tightly that I can taste blood. I can also feel my heart racing and my breath quickening.
I take a deep breath, remove my hands from the table and place ten of my chips in front of me.

"Wow, that's a lot of money, Kyle," Tweek's eyes widen, "good job we're not playing for real money, or I'd take those chips and buy some more drugs."

"You can't actually buy things with chips, Tweek." Stan sighs, rubbing his temples.

"Really? But I thought each chip was ten thousand dollars?" Tweek frowns.

"I will give you ten thousand dollars to shut the fuck up." Stan snarls.

Doctor Marsh clears his throat and luckily the conversation ends. He counts my chips and then his own.
He has seven chips and I have twenty five, so unless I seriously mess up in the next two rounds I'm guaranteed to win the game.

"Is everyone okay with their bets?" Doctor Marsh asks, eyeing my pile of chips.

Since everyone is okay with the bets placed, we all reveal our cards.

Tweek has a pig: a seven of clubs and a nine of diamonds.
Stan has a pig: a four of diamonds and a seven of spades.
Doctor Marsh seems very confident when he reveals his cards. He has a pair: a four of diamonds and a four of hearts.

"So, Kyle," he leans over the table, his head resting on his fingertips, "what have you got?"

Although I know I've got a suit, my heart is racing and I can feel beads of sweat sliding down my forehead.

I flip over my hidden card and reveal my two of clubs, then show them the card I held above my head, which is an eight of clubs.

Tweek's jaw drops, as does the cigarette he was attempting to light with the condom wrapper, Stan grins and Doctor Marsh squints his eyes slightly.

"A suit?" He whispers in disbelief, "but... you can't have gotten a suit.."

I flash him a smug smile and collect my chips. I am currently in possession of three hundred and ninety thousand dollars in the form of poker chips. Imagine if this was a real game, I'd be fucking rich.

The only other person who has chips is Tweek, but he only has one, so I've won the game by default. Stan and his father can't make any more bets since they have no money and Tweek is too high to realise that I've won.

"Is there any point playing the final round, father?" Stan asks, getting up and heading over to the alcohol cabinet.

He pours himself a drink and sits back at the table. I expect him to drink it slowly, but instead he tips his head backwards and drinks the whole thing in one go.
His nose scrunches up in disgust, but he goes back for another drink nonetheless.

"I suppose not, unless Kyle makes a huge bet and loses it all, but I'm sure he's not stupid enough to do it," Doctor Marsh collects all of the cards, checking all of them before putting them back in the deck, "good game, guys. Except for you, Tweek. Please don't invite him when he's high."

Just as we're about to start packing up, Shelly walks into the room. She spots Stan and beckons for him to come with her.
I look over at him with a raised eyebrow, but he shrugs.

"Excuse me for a second, father." He says as he leaves.