Just recalled an interesting hand I played at foxwoods 1/2...

I'm(~120, second hand) MP1.
V(~500, 7hrs in) is UTG

I have A6s

V calls, fold, I call, 5 calls, blinds call, 9 to the flop (well, it's a loose fucking game, man!).

Pot is $18

Flop is 642r

V bets $10
I make it $30 (to see where I'm at )
Folds around to V

He thinks for a while, stares at me like a deer caught in headlights, and folds rockets face up and proclaims, "You've got 3 5!"

I mutter something about my oreos and rake the pot.

Useless eplogue: He begged to see my hand, so I showed him, and he gave a tired kind of look and cashed out.