This is the fourth post in the Nairobi Casino Adventures stream.
“The queen of hearts and the queen of diamonds in the big blind.” Hughie moaned. “I should’ve known better than to five-bet that hand outta position.”
Renaud took a drag from his cigarette and looked at a distant TV through a cloud of smoke. “Yeah.“
Hughie knew Renaud was clueless when it came to poker jargon. Talking over Renaud’s head made Hughie feel better though. “Oh, well, I guess we’ll have to get drunk instead.”
They were already drunk. Maybe that’s why Hughie made such a big bet preflop and then followed with and all-in when the flop came up all under cards with a couple suited connectors. “Fuck.“ Hughie sighed.
“Dude, you lost two thousand shillings. That’s twenty bucks.” Renaud attempted to comfort his buddy. “Some of those suckers were already in for ten thousand shillings when we got knocked out of the tournament.”
“True.” Hughie took a large swig from his Tusker Malt and stared longingly at the near nude photography on the walls of Kingston. They were in Nairobi, but the bar attempted to recreate a vibe from the capital of Jamaica. Large color photos peppered the walls around the bar. Most were pictures of scantily clad, dark buxom women typically in a pose that seemed appropriate for a late 90’s rap video. Lyrics played faintly in the background over large speakers. ‘Buffalo Soldier, dreadlock rasta…’
Renaud must have been afraid Hughie was about to go off on a poker rant, so he decided to take the conversation in a different direction. “Who do you think is hotter? Sansa or Daenerys?”
Hughie choked on his drink. He had started giggling mid-swig. Hughie cleared his throat. “I used to think Daenerys was the hottest chick on Game of Thrones but now I gotta go with Melisandre.” His voice was hoarse.
“Did I say anything about Melisandre?” Renaud deadpanned with a hint of irritation. “If we’re talking about the hottest girl on the show, it’s Khaleesi’s assistant. What’s her name?”
“I don’t know. That show has way too many characters. The black chick?”
“Yeah, she’s fine.” Renaud said with affection. “So, back to my question. Sansa or Daenerys?”
Hughie sat erect, puffed up his chest and raised his beer above his head. “Sansa is the ultimate heir to the Iron Throne!”
“Ahhh, putain.“ Renaud was pissed off. “Can you ever answer a fuckin’ question?”
“Easy, man, I was joking.” Hughie smiled and winked. “Sansa is way hotter than Khaleesi. Shit, every girl on that show has done a nude scene except Sansa. Daenerys had a few in the first couple of seasons but no more gratuitous, full frontal nudity for Khaleesi.”
“You’re a perv, man!” Renaud was upset. “The actress that plays Sansa just turned 18! She’s too young.”
Hughie looked sheepish. “Yeah, that’s kinda fucked up.” Hughie’s look quickly changed to indignant. “Wait a minute. You’re the one who started this conversation! I was trying to make it about who’s gonna rule. Besides, all those actors look younger than they really are. She’s probably in her thirties. Older than us even. I said Melisandre was the hottest anyway. That actress must be 40.”
“You can’t be serious. Daenerys is gonna take the Iron Throne, not Sansa. Sansa is bland, not to mention Daenerys has the dragons.” Renaud took a huge drag and blew the smoke towards Hughie’s face.
Hughie coughed. “Yeah. But Sansa’s weird little brother can control animals with his thoughts. Once little man comes back in season six, Sansa will take control of the dragons through-“ Hughie bit his lip and shook his head. “Ahh, what’s the ward’s name?”
“His name is Bran and he’s a warg, not a ward.”
“Whatever. Khaleesi can’t control her dragons anyway. She kept two of ‘em locked in a dungeon all of season five. And that other dragon needs to take his medication. He looked like he was about to croak the last time we saw him. Think about it.” Hughie pointed at Renaud, sat back in his chair and then took a big drink of his Malt.
Renaud looked over at the TV again. “Yeah.”
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