Quit While You’re Ahead
“Royal Flush!” Jackson declared, parading the cards around as if they were made of gold. “What do you know, I won again!”
It was the fifth time in a row, and Lady Luck continued to hover around. He reached for his winnings, and the mountain of chips collapsed onto his lap. He laughed out loud like he was drunk.
“You’re pissing our host. Quit while you’re ahead,” Matthew leaned to whisper in his ear. Jackson immediately took offence at the unwanted suggestion.
“All my victories have been fair and square so why should I give up? We’re all adults here!”
“Adults we may be…” Matthew continued, his voice trailing off out of nervousness and fear. “… but that doesn’t mean we’re all humans.”
Jackson winced, all thoughts defocused. He had already noticed something off about Martin’s golden eyes. The hairs on his arms and the impression of fangs protruding from his cracked lips were new though. A spray of red tainted the black on his hands.
He should have quit while he still had a head.
