Three new cards are drawn and suddenly 'Game Over' flashes silently.
Beneath the screen, discard lights pulse until three are pressed. A quarter slipped into the machine settles with a clank.įive cards flip up on the screen one by one: a poker hand of two queens and some 'throwaway' cards. Inside, a large red-rimmed, bule electronic eye peers from a corner of the bar. It's a quiet weekday afternoon at Marte-L's, a country-and-western night spot north of town.
