Boys against the girls. It was always a gender showdown at Jack and Chelsea’s house, every second Saturday. The boys, with a little help from Captan Morgan were behind… again.
“Now, pay attention, Jack,” Norm slurred, “If they euchre us again, we’re screwed,”
“Hey, table-talk!” warned Trish.
“Wives!” winked Jack.
“Hey, careful, or none of this!” Chelsea waved over her breast. Jack frowned, and looked at his cards,
“Gah. I have a hand like a foot!”
“Ya we’re in trouble now!” belched Norm, “Pass!”
“Nice!” Trish tried to ignore them, and past.
“Hmm. third man, eh?!” Jack one-eyed his trump, and bowers, “Hearts,” he called.
And Norm led into his partners hand.
“Oh ya.” Jack smiled, “That’s a lead!”
Men led 3 tricks to two, with a right bower unplayed. 10 of trump led by Jack. His wife trumped with an ace.
“Gah!” Jack cursed.
Smiling, Norm threw down the bower. The men roared in a drunken chant of victory.
“I saved your ASS on that one!”
Jack nodded, “Thank you for being Jesus for my anus!”