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Atlantic City had been on his list for a while. The list that was getting increasingly shorter and shorter the more times he got caught doing nothing at all that they could pin on him. Still they put him into the black book and he wasn't allowed back in. Of course he hadn't planned on actually having to use any sort of skill at the table. Usually the odds were just in his favor, because he made the cards fall that way naturally, but the girl with the bright blue eyes across the table from him kept giving him a run for the money. He'd be up two hands only to have her take him down with a single straight.
His hand ran over his features for a moment trying to figure out just what he was up against. The casino hadn't even flagged their table yet since it was clearly obvious they weren't working together. His palms were even sweating a bit at the fact that somehow the presence of this girl was messing his ability up somehow. He'd run into the issue before, but that was back in the day of Company prep, and even that was limited. Now he was just out there, a wild card they'd deemed him and not worth the extra effort of trying to corral him in.
His hands went to his whiskey, letting the tumbler rock on the edge of the bottom of the glass, ice cubes sliding against the inside every so often as he took a look at the pair of queens he had against the flop. It was looking good, but so had the last few hands he'd been dealt only to have the blue eyed vixen clean him out.
Setting the glass down he tapped the felt to check, and shifted down one seat closer to her. She still had her distance, and the dealer nodded that it was okay to move seats.
"So before you take all my money, can I get a name from you?"
His hand ran over his features for a moment trying to figure out just what he was up against. The casino hadn't even flagged their table yet since it was clearly obvious they weren't working together. His palms were even sweating a bit at the fact that somehow the presence of this girl was messing his ability up somehow. He'd run into the issue before, but that was back in the day of Company prep, and even that was limited. Now he was just out there, a wild card they'd deemed him and not worth the extra effort of trying to corral him in.
His hands went to his whiskey, letting the tumbler rock on the edge of the bottom of the glass, ice cubes sliding against the inside every so often as he took a look at the pair of queens he had against the flop. It was looking good, but so had the last few hands he'd been dealt only to have the blue eyed vixen clean him out.
Setting the glass down he tapped the felt to check, and shifted down one seat closer to her. She still had her distance, and the dealer nodded that it was okay to move seats.
"So before you take all my money, can I get a name from you?"
