You gotta know when to hold em, fold em, walk away, run, and get out your cell.

Last night, a fierce poker battle began.

 With Paul, being the bossy pants of the group.

Teen boys, might not look so interested, but they were game. For like all of .5 seconds.

 There were important girls to text.

While Paul pulled a serious poker move, and tried to hide all emotion behind the shades. He's ridonk.

Annnnnnnnd back to the phones.

 Brief moments without said phones.

 But alas, the phone won. God bless teenagers!