Taking a sip of his whiskey Jack's eyes rested heavily on the cards in front of him. To his left a skinny wretch of a man, barely old enough to carry himself in Jack's opinion, was smiling and tapping his cards. To his right a fairly butch woman in her early forties was taking a sip of her own drink. Finally across from Jack was another man, similarly built to himself, who was shuffling the deck for the umpteenth time. Lifting up a corner he eyed the values and then flicked the corner back down. He had them, he must of had them with this hand. The bar-n was Jack's favourite past time now and playing cards had practically become his religion. Sipping at the foul whiskey one more time he grimaced, smacked his lips and then pushed in the entirety of his small chips of wood. Each chip represented some of the collateral that the four had all put in. The woman had put in a half full canteen of moonshine (which Jack was very interested in), the skinny man had put in three ornate looking Zippo lighters that Jack believed he had stolen and the man opposite had put in his large bowie knife. All items Jack had wanted badly, which is why he had put in the last of tins of beans, though not worth nearly as much he had gone from the tiny number of chips all the way to a stack that dwarfed the other players. Deciding he couldn't lose he laughed as the woman and man opposite him threw their cards in, they were out and their chips were his. Only the wretch remained. Revealing his own cards Jack's eyes went wide and then shrunk into small slits. He turned over his own hand. Jack had a full house and yet somehow this 'kid' had a straight flush. Jack was not happy and wanted to slap the wretch before his runty hands could touch Jacks cards.

As the kid leant forward a card fell from his sleeve and Jack just went berserk on him. Grabbing the boy's wrists he pulled him over the table and onto the hard floor. There was a thud as his skull collided with the wood and he then tried desperately to push Jack off. In response Jack threw a punch into the boy's gut and smiled as he heard the wind rush out. Throwing two more punches, one into the boy's gut again and another into his face, Jack was finally pulled off. He had made quite the scene and he was fairly sure that he would not be gracing the poker tables again for a while. Standing up straight he grabbed his winnings, threw one of the Zippos to each of the other players (apart from the boy on the floor), and then opened up and downed the moonshine. Finally picking up his empty glass, which had been knocked over, he walked over to the bar and sat down. Calling the barkeep he ordered another of the terrible whiskey and mused on his own Jack Daniels that was sitting in his bag back by his bunk. He was saving it for a very special day however he desperately wanted to open up the wrapping and break into the sweet, honey like ambrosia. Deciding the piss would have to do he thanked the barman for the drink and the new tin. Looking to the side he nodded to his apparent drinking buddy and muttered.

"What you drinkin' friend?"