Level 8: 400/800 (800)
Entries: 127/238
Table 3 is having a lot of fun - perhaps too much fun. They're betting on what colour card will be the first out on the flop, although there seems to be some confusion over whether you drink if you get it right or if you get it wrong. Anyway, more shots have been ordered to the table, and the first card out this time is red.
"So we're all drinking this time," says Oskar Engvall.
"No, no one drinks," Edgars Beizaks corrects him.
"Please, play the hand," sighs their weary dealer.
"I feel like I'm in the naughty corner," says James Sudworth. Motioning towards the dealer: "She scares me a bit, but I quite like it. This table's much more fun than that other one I was on earlier."
Naughty corner pretty much sums it up. Another hand is dealt and Engvall downs a very large shot of something murky-brownish and sticky-looking, while the hapless dealer tries to get the attention of various players, who are busy offering to hold back the hair of their tablemates in the bathroom later when whatever's in the shot glasses inevitably comes back up. As I retreat, I hear the phrase "flaccid penis" and lots of giggling, along with a big sigh from the dealer. Anyway, here are some chip counts:
James Sudowrth: 32,000
Oskar Engvall: 67,000
Edgars Beizaks: 90,000
