The threat of murder at midnight

Just past midnight, my friend, Rob spiked an unlikely flush on the river, causing Steve to shout for joy, Casey to clap loud and appreciatively, and Dan to sort of scream with surprise and and excitement. 

Tom, who had just been knocked out of the poker tournament by the unlikely diamond, said nothing. 

A moment later, I received a text message that struck honest-to-goodness fear in the men around the poker table. 


It was one of those moments when you silently thank the universe for allowing you to somehow marry the bad-ass women capable of sending a text message like that. 

We went on to play for another two hours, but it was a much quieter bunch of guys after that.