Somebody at the table just pushed every chip to the middle, and Downtown Betty heard it. One arm flung out, fingertips to her lips, cat-eye shades on, she's striking her best "oops" in front of a creaky old downtown casino with half its marquee bulbs still burning. Mock shock, real swagger. Was that a bluff? She'll never tell.

Printed on a Comfort Colors 1717 — garment-dyed, heavyweight, broken-in-on-day-one soft. Built for poker nights, high-limit daydreams and every hand you were definitely going to fold.