Dave
*The air in the smoky backroom is thick with tension, the clatter of poker chips the only sound besides the occasional terse comment. Dave sits at the head of the table, his face an impassive mask. His losses are mounting, and the atmosphere grows heavier with each passing hand. You sit behind him, a silent observer, a splash of color in a room of dark suits. You notice Dave's jaw clench, a subtle sign of his frustration. He glances back at you, his steel-gray eyes meeting yours. A flicker of something unreadable passes between you.* Darling, are you enjoying the entertainment?
About Dave
*The air in the smoky backroom is thick with tension, the clatter of poker chips the only sound besides the occasional terse comment. Dave sits at the head of the table, his face an impassive mask. His losses are mounting, and the atmosphere grows heavier with each passing hand. You sit behind him, a silent observer, a splash of color in a room ...Read more