"What if I win?" Angelo asked his cocky brother.
"See, that's a what-if. Now, are you game, or do you wanna pass up this chance?" Carl responded. He had a ball in his hands, ready to strike after anglo. His long locks were free this time, allowing them to roam freely.
He looked like Adonis, but a hotter version, through telling him that would just inflate his ego even more. He was wearing khaki shorts and a top that he had stolen from Angelo. On his feet were sneakers that made him look like he was a sports person, but was he?
They would just have to find out anyway.
Behind the chaos, the number of people who had joined in the bets had increased, and well, let's just say that if Carl won this game, he would be filthy rich. He would have enough money to buy crackers and go light with the kids, but that was not something anyone was sure of just yet.
