What Are You Doing Here?

Andres was big mad that he lost more than 20k in 30 minutes. Maybe 30 or 40k. He hadn't been keeping count of his money. If only he was with somebody like Logan who could count cards, this would be easy.

They'd been practicing this for three years now. Damn was it something special. Every time he thought of that something special, he would throw another grand on the table.

"Andres Jones, what are you doing here"?

He jumped to find an old black lady staring at him. Locking eyes wth the old dying woman had his chest-beating.

"I asked you a question," said the old woman, "Where is Iku? And what are you doing"?

Andres scooted out of his chair, leaving his money for the dealer. His lips trembled.

The woman stepped in, "I didn't say leave. What are doing? Can you answer that one simple question? Or is that too much for you these days".

No matter how many times he stepped away, she continued coming towards him with the same set of questions. Never did he answer her.