It's poker night down here in Tennessee, and our good ol boy bRiaN sTorM is happier than a pig in mud cause it is being held at his place. He has Irish whiskey on tap, dark & fruity beer in a tub of ice, and a chest full of cigars, cigarettes, chewing tobacco, he even went out to town to grab a few vape pens and their weird refills, and a quarter pound of weed rolled up in a cheech and chong papper and of course the rest of the pound able to be smoked any way you can imagine. He even had his favorite fast food joint Fat Moe's cater the event. Mmmm mmmm you can taste the catfish sandwiches, and chocolate chip milkshakes just thinking about it. He even sent the family on a lil vacation to where ever they wanted for the weekend so he can focus on the night. The list of guests includes but is not limited to Griffin, the Brothers Blackwater, Zane, Alister, Azrael, Wylie, and a few local boys. Yes sir we fixin to have a real barn burner on our hands tonight! Folks begin showing up after five o clock pm and the place is poppin by six. The games begin about seven thirty and everyone is well lit by then. "Alright boys the game is hold em, twenty five dollar buy in, you can leave whenever you want, but the house gets a small cut. Say five percent, just a lil something twards the night. " " Oh and just so we are clear the house rules are no aggressive behavior. You can talk shit, just as long as it is all in good fun. Anyone who gets too personal or tries to provoke violence will be warned once then cut off from the devils piss and if you persist you will be escorted off the property. Now with all the formalties out of the way, you boys ready to loose some money? " The fellas laugh and bost and the game begins. It starts off pretty well folks are learning to read one another, booze and smoke are flowing like a river, and it seemed like it will be the drama free night bRiaN hoped it would be. At least untill about eleven thirty during a very high steak hand. Three hundred dollars in the pot, it was the quietest it had been all night, sweat is beading down all heads. This is where it all started. For one brief moment Azrael dropped his gaurd and his human facade blinked out. That was all it took to divide the party into two. One of the local boys Troy seen it happen, and cried out " Demon ! bRiaN gets up and walks over to Troy and administers him a warning "Now I invited you into my home, and told ya to behave if you keep it up I'll throw your drunk ass in th pit!" " Donovan tried to calm things by implying ol Troy must have had a few too many, but it didn't work for long. The local boys had begun watching our XWF friends very closely, and quicker than a fat kid chasing an ice cream tuck them boys were mumbling and fixin to turn the sTorM home into a warzone. One of the locals stumbled over twards Azrael and " accidentally " spilled his drink all over him, and a tussle begins. Now our boys could dispatch of these meth farmers quite easily, but show great restraint by choosing to quickly disarm them and have a little fun with the hicks before kicking them off the property and into the local drunk tank for the night. "Well boys I really am sorry I thought those idiots wuld be able to behave better than that. I'm gonna have a few words with them tomorrow after they lick their wounds and sleep the sauce off. Our XWF friends said it was not only ok, but it was good fun, and thanked bRiaN for an awesome night they would not soon forget. They could not recall a time where they were united in such a way and they look forward to the next poker night.