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I’m in. Unless my toddler has a meltdown I’m going to give it everything. If there’s a meltdown it’s going to be abstract af
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An Otter Predicament 1094 It’s not every day that you get to play a hand against the Admiral himself. Holding his cards, the young otter realized that he was not going to be able to play this hand straight. Thinking about it now perhaps it was time for him to not give away what he had. A thick smoke around the table enveloped the play area onboard the compliance and ethics ship, the flagship casino of the otter navy. Other otters loomed around watching as the five otters betting on the outcome of the two hands loitered. Those behind the table were discussing possible combinations for useless cards in the hands that the first three otters at the table had folded on. The otter thought for a second, Do I want to give off an air of someone who thinks he’s going to win” I don’t want to give off an air of someone who thinks he’s going to lose... how should I play this one? More importantly, how would the bettors take the odds once he offered a wager on the odds. “Young man,” the admiral said, “are you going to do something?” With that, the dealer to the otter's left looked and motioned for him to drop a clam. He dropped a clam. The dealer motioned again for a second clam, and again he dropped one. Ante up. The cool feel of the wooden table made him realize that his hand was cool and clammy. He prayed that he could fake the funk. There must be a way to get this admiral to go all in, he thought, or maybe I can up the stakes so that he thinks I’m going to win? The otter reached out to his friend. “Give me 6 to 4 on this hand; five clams,” The otter said, keeping his face straight. His friend turned to him, slack-jawed, “Six to four? Are you sure?” Locking eyes, he said, “I’m certain.” His friend nodded,” Very well.” The two otters broke apart, as the Admiral placed his two clams on the table. Wasting no time, the dealer flopped the first card and then turned to the two otters. “The Knight of grain.” This put the otter in a better position. I’ve got to keep this up, he thought, placing the third clam on the table. The admiral returned with his own clam. The dealer nodded and flopped a second card down. “The prince of commerce.” His lips pursed as he placed the fourth clam. “Good,” he said. This was not good. Internally, the otter recoiled, willing his face to keep that calm cool exterior. He felt his whiskers almost floating up in excitement, but he held it. Narrowing his eyes he considered his odds. With one more card to draw, would it be prudent to up the ante? The admiral could call his bluff. He turned to his friend once more. “All right, ten to four, let's see if it draws in the crowd.” Another otter overheard him and gasped. “Ten to four? Are you taking points on that?” He said loud enough for the group. The otter prepared himself for the eventuality that he might have to pay out a lot of money after tonight. His friend glanced at him as if to ask, are we taking points? The otter nodded at the unspoken question. He was in too deep. One more clam for the pile meant a week's pay for him. He stood to win about a month's worth of pay from this main bet and the side bets. He clenched his hand as he felt the outline of the clam in his hand. That silver coin in the shape of his favorite snack felt like something solid. He took the clam. Holding it above the board he released it. “In.” The admiral cast about, seemingly unaware of what he should be doing next. Perhaps the otter's confidence had shaken him? “Do you know what occurs to me that as often as I come here, I’ve never seen you before?” The otter nodded. “Yeah, I don’t make a habit of it.” “Interesting-Why don’t you come here that often? You seem to be an excellent hand at cards?” “Do you wanna hear the real reason or do you want to hear my reason?” the otter asked. “I would like to hear both,” The admiral said. “Well,” the otter said, “my reason is that I would lose too much when they kick me out.” “Are they going to kick you out because you fight too much?” The admiral said, chuckling. “No, they'll probably kick me out just because I won too much... I had to spread out my winnings, you see.” “Find plans a lot for someone of your age,” the admiral said, “but it isn’t for you.” “I mean it’s a round of drinks,” The otter said, “But you must have a day job, don't you? What are you a merchant? Are you a Mercenary?”The admiral said, leaning in to inspect his rival. “Well since you asked I do sell a lot of Fish.” The otter could see the admiral's gears spinning in his head as he calculated his new probability of winning the hand. “To me,” the admiral said, “it looks as if you’re a little overconfident in your bet. You’re a merchant, used to deals.” “And to me, the otter replied, “It looks to me like he wants to get out without paying the extra clam because what’s five clams to an admiral.” “This is true, this is true, but I hear you’re offering points on this so I have to ask, are you that confident?” His eyes belied nothing. “I am quite confident in this,” he replied. He nudged his friend. ”What did I give the points at?” His friend replied, “10 to 3.” Once again the otter tried to not give away anything as he nearly lost it internally. Pushing that part of himself down, he steeled his resolve. I just have to hold off until the end of this round, the otter thought and then I can make enough money, enough money that I’ll be good. A beaver came by with drinks as the eyeball the otters stared at each other. The admiral, resplendent in his dress uniform, had no regard for the drinks passing by. The otter's friend grabbed and downed a fizzy drink “I think you want to put more than one clam in,” the admiral said “I think you want to call it.” “Last card gentlefolk?” The dealer said. “Draw.” They both said.
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