Hoboken

Three gorgeous women sipping on Margaritas. Mature, educated, morals, protective and above all real. Real enough to recognize a game, play it and walk out with pockets full. So, how is it that us 3 remain to have such bad luck in the cards we pick. Of course, we don't lose because we remain to keep our poker face.
Dropping  bets here and there. And when we invest enough to win it over.
We get up and leave.
Days, later we find that leaving was the best thing because they were cheating the whole time.

 We try to keep it positive but smart enough to keep numbers on the side. Addicted to defending our hearts. Addicted to always thinking the worst. So, when the worst comes. It was never that serious. We expected that. And yes we will miss you, maybe a tear will fall. But at the end of the day we expected this. We left with feelings invested enough, to leave with some profit. Instead of being played by the dealer.
Call us moody, indecisive, I call it counting cards. With no distractions we end up winning, when counting right.