Quarters

Ronnie looks across the circler card table in his fraternity’s game room. Darren’s bug eyes stared back through the rainfall of sweat dripping off his forehead. Ronnie isn’t nervous about knocking the quarter into the red cup of vodka. A cup that is filled with liquidizing shredded bits of poisonous panther cap mushrooms. This is his game; he has perfected a flat palm bounce through college, guaranteeing the quarter dives inside the cup.