LTH,
5-6 years ago at Tango Sur the bride, niece and I were next to a table of 10-12 masters of the universe in training types. Waiter brought them the check, off came the backwards ball cap and each tossed in a credit card. They politely, almost shyly, asked our niece, who is quite pretty, to pick a card from the hat.
The
lucky winner was in my line of vision and, when his card was chosen, his face momentarily clouded, eyes squinted and, I swear, a light sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead. This transpired so briefly I doubt anyone else noticed, and in a flash he popped out of his seat, raised his fist in the air, let out a Roar and drained his micro brew. King of the pride, if only for a moment.
It always seems like fun until someone pokes an eye out.
Enjoy,
Gary