It was one of those nights where there just wasn’t anything else to do. Larry and Balki sat at their kitchen table playing poker. Only a week before had Larry taught Balki how to play, but it was Larry who had won back Balki’s money. They played hand after hand with Larry winning every single hand.

Balki sighed. He had wanted to stop playing, but didn’t know how to tell Larry. Honestly, Balki thought it was a great confidence boost for the smaller man. The only problem being his new reactions to winning.

“Yes! YES!” Larry crowed. He raised his arms in victory. “I’m hot tonight!”

“Well, it is a little warm in here,” Balki said.

Larry just gave him a questioning look. “Oh, no, that means I’m playing great!”

Balki nodded, but said nothing.

They continued to play. As a matter of fact, they continued past midnight. By then, Larry’s eyes held a wild look… very similar to when he’d had the gambling bug in Las Vegas.

Balki finally had enough. He slapped down the cards he held and glared at Larry. “Cousin, I can no lose any more. I don’t mind jump starting your ego, but I’ve had it up to here,” he pointed at Larry’s nose, which made him go cross eyed looking at his finger, “with losing!” Balki scooped up all the cards and dumped them in the trash bucket. He then continued to his bedroom and slammed the door.

Larry was left stunned. He hadn’t realized that Balki was such a bad loser. “Well.”

-End-

(Note: I know Balki wasn’t a bad loser, but Larry thought he was.)