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A Chancer
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Author: James Kelman
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sat forwards, leaning an elbow on the edge of the table. A suggestion!
    Aw naw! cried Rab.
    Serious. Tammas sniffed before continuing: Mind that club place I was telling yous about? Where they played cards and that?
    Ho! Rab shook his head.
    Naw wait a minute . . .
    Ho! Rab was pushing his chair back the way and standing to his feet, and he placed one hand on Donnie’s shoulder and the other on Billy’s, and bending slightly he whispered loudly:
Dont listen to one word the cunt says cause it’ll fucking cost you! He laughed and strode off in the direction of the
gents
.
    Is it that casino you’re talking about? asked John.
    Aye I mean Christ . . . Tammas shrugged: I was just wondering if anybody’d fancy giving it a go.
    John nodded.
    If I had a couple of quid . . . Billy shook his head.
    Actually man you dont need that much.
    You need more than I’ve got Tammas. Anyhow, they’re all fucking sharks in places like that!
    Ach away.
    You kidding!
    Naw for fuck sake Billy they’re just ordinary.
    Aw aye, ordinary!
    Ordinary, aye.
    Well that’s no what I’ve heard man – lucky to get walking out alive if you win a few bob!
    Dont be silly.
    I’m no fucking being silly.
    John nodded. I could believe it Tammas.
    Ah rubbish! I saw guys walking out when I was there.
    Donnie glanced at him. I didnt know you’d actually been inside the place.
    Aye. Tammas sniffed.
    Billy said, But did you see them walking out winning a lot of dough? And I’m talking about going down the stairs and right out the fucking close.
    Billy, the place isnt up a fucking close.
    You know what I mean.
    I dont, I dont know what you mean at all.
    Tch! Billy shook his head and he looked away.
    And after a moment’s silence John said, It’d be okay but if a few of us went the gether I mean, if we were team handed and that, we’d be okay.
    Aye John . . . Donnie raised his eyebrows and lifted his pint.
    Tammas laughed.
    I’m being serious but, replied John. The kind of guys go about these clubs man they probably carry shooters and all that!
    That’s shite.
    It might not be, said Billy.
    Tammas frowned at him.
    Naw I mean I wouldnt be too sure.
    Ach away for fuck sake Billy.
    Naw Tammas . . .
    Shooters!
    Shooters! What’s this, shooters? Rab laughed as he sat back down on his chair. I cant leave yous for a minute for Christ sake shooters! What’re yous fucking on about now?
Shooters!
    Ask them, said Tammas.
    Donnie grinned. Tammas is wanting to go to a casino.
    I’m no wanting to go to a fucking casino man it’s a club, just a fucking club, where they play cards.
    A gambling club . . . Rab nodded. Tammas ya bastard if you can afford to go to a fucking gambling club you can afford to weigh us in with a bit fucking more of your Blackpool money.
    Exactly! shouted Billy.
    Fuck off, muttered Tammas. He stood up and looked about the table, then finished the remainder of his beer. I’m away to buy myself a pint before I die of thirst.
    Rain was drizzling down when they came out of the pub, heading along in the direction of Billy’s place. They had chipped in for a carry out of beer which John was
holding. As they passed a side street Donnie halted, he sniffed aloud. Chips!
    Billy cried: Donnie, I keep telling you, my maw’ll stick us on a big pot of soup.
    Aye, aye, so what, I’ll no stop her! Donnie grinned and made to walk off round the corner. Sure none of yous’re interested?
    Naw, said Rab, you’re the only one as usual ya greedy bastard!
    Donnie laughed, patted himself on the belly; he disappeared round the corner. Farther along they paused by a shop window; the interior lights were on to display the goods. John placed the
carrier bag of beer on the ground inside the shop doorway and stood with it balanced upright between his feet. It’s that big belly he’s got . . . Donnie I mean, he’s got more to
fill than us.
    Billy nodded. He’s putting the weight on.
    It’s just the bevy, said Tammas. But fair enough, he has slowed down hell of
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