Alburt starts to move from his position by the door.
ALBURT:
That did it fuckhead, you're out the door -- L.F. motions him back to his position.
The players watch L.F. And Bill, an opposite ends of the table, trade quips.
Bill looks from the dice to L.F.
BILL:
You looked me over when I stood in your doorway. I'm looking you over as I step up to your table. If I don't know, I don't throw.
L.F.
Are you satisfied?
BILL:
More or less.
L.F.
I think we're getting into a antagonistic relationship.
BILL:
Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were trying to take my money, and I was trying to take yours.
L.F.
It's just a game.
Bill throws ten thousand dollars on the table, the room reacts.
BILL:
If you're game, take my bet sportsman.
L.F.
Covered.
Bill smiles as he rolls the dice in his hand, then throws...7...The room reacts...L.F. smiles and pushes the money and the dice back to Bill with her stick. He picks up his winnings, tosses them back on the table, and says;
BILL:
Shoot it all.
The room reacts.
L.F.
Covered.
He holds the dice in his fist...and throws...5... L.F.