I slammed my domino hard on the wood table, toppling my 3 opponents standing dominos.
"I win again!" I said triumphantly, lifting my arms high in the air, my pit stains glowing under my large shoulders. "Tally it up sluts!"
They eyed me angrily, but I knew they all hid smiles behind their angry grimaces. I laughed heartily as I downed the rest of my mug of beer, wiping the foam from my mouth with an already sticky and sour smelling fore arm. The wife will definitely want me to take a shower before getting into bed, I thought to myself smiling, too bad she will have to deal with it before till noon the next day. Tomorrow was my day off, and I planned to take full advantage by sleeping half of it away, and then sitting and watching T.V. for the rest of it.
Across from me, Bill began to swirl the dominoes on the table, shuffling them up.
"You've only won twice man." Bill commented, "You're not even winning the whole game."
"I've got you smoked, asshole", continued Mike to the left of me. He accentuated his point by taking an extra long drag of his cigar and blowing the smoke all over me, consuming me in a stinky cloud. The wife wouldn't like that smell either, I thought, smiling evilly.
"In fact," Mike continued, "I only have to get five points to win."
My dominant mood was immediately sedated; I grimaced as I looked at the piece of paper illustrated by untidy markings of crosses and X's. He was absolutely right, and he was also next right after me. To the right of me, James began to furiously rub the sleep from his eyes. He was horribly allergic to the smoke and a...