Ryan opened the double paneled doors and grinned. A poker table with
freshly dealt hands face down was in the center of the Victorian
decorated room. He sat down at the table and the dusty tumbler on his
right suddenly was clean and filled with 2 fingers of whiskey.
"Whoa!" he exclaimed reaching for the glass. He held it up. No wires.
Noway it could have cleaned and filled itself, but it had. He sniffed
it. Smelled like whiskey. He took a sip, he closed his eyes.
Romper Kelly's essence spread through the dumb college boy.
Possession was 9/10ths of the law, and right now Ryan was being
possessed by the spirit of Romper Kelly. He surveyed the face down
hand of cards in front of him.
Jonathan entered, "Hey, bro. There's nothing here. It's just an old
house. With a card table and whiskey?"
"Draw up a seat, pardner, and have a glass," Ryan invited with an odd
twang in his voice. He must've had a couple glasses of whiskey,
already, thought Jonathan. He sat down and reached for the bottle next
to Ryan, and noticed that his glass was already full.
"Cheers," said Jonathan draining the glass. His eyes watered and he
gagged. He glared at Ryan, "Very funny, Romper! You gave Big John the
runt's body!"
"Hey, I thought a little humility might be good for you, Johnny.
Besides he has the same name!"
"My name is Johann, or Big John - never Johnny or Jonathan," he
whined.
"Well, when the others get here, we can resume our game, and you may
be Big John again."
Big John glanced down at his hand. He grinned.