You ok, Joey? You look like you've just seen a ghost.
Same to you Joey.
Well played Johnny. Well played.
Hearts pounding, lungs racing, brains strategizing. As the friends at the table sat silently and strategizing their final moves. Joey has to either call his bluff or try to imagine what Johnny has up his devilish sleeve.
Johnny raises the heat and bets his stacks of chips and has a grim look on his suspicious face like he had just made a deal with the devil. Joey knows he might as well give up and surrender like a fallen army, or just act like he's seen a ghost.
Games will always be games. The friends know that logically that they should not fight like gladiators if one of them lost. But to know it shouldn't ruin friendship and games are just games.