The Double and Drop Club (2)

That result put me in the box against the Phoenician. After a series of volatile exchanges we reached this position with the Phoenician rolling 4-4.

After barely a heartbeat, he played 4off(3), 6-2!

'Fuck that!' shouted Mint (He had not had a refill for 20 minutes and Cautious had dropped my initial double). 'You can't leave a blot there!'

'Want a gammon, no?' and he picked up the dice.

Mint put his head in his hands and groaned while Cautious chortled in the corner.