Alonso dealt out the cards quickly.
His fellow players all tried to watch, tried to make sure he wasn’t doing anything suspect. But Alonso was too experienced, too quick, for them to really follow. He dealt a card to each, shuffled, then dealt a card to each, again and again. His fingers were nimble, the card shuffling sound perky, snappy. Alonso smiled at them all as he dealt the last round of cards.
“Everyone ready?” he said. “Want to make it interesting?”
“I always mistrust someone who says that,” Lou said, then took a sip from his beer.
“Yeah, but it’s Alonso, man,” said Darrell. “He’s a good guy.”
“How do we know?” said Roy.
“Roy, man,” Darrell said. “You’re new. You won’t know. I known Alonso years, he’s good. Still, I don’t want to make this a money game. Just for fun. Plus, my wife’d kill me.”
“Alright, alright,” Alonso said. “Just tossing it out there. You all ready?”
“Ready,” they said together.
“Alright. Roy. Any Kings?”
“Go Fish,” said Roy.
Alonso reached for the pile, and it was Darrell’s turn.