He stared at the pile of gold, unblinking, for only a moment or two, before he mirrored the action wordlessly. One hand pushed the remainder of his coin into the centre pool. The other tilted his cards down towards the pockmarked wood of the table, his thumb quickly nudging out the jack of clubs from his sleeve while tucking an eight back in. Four of a kind. That should be enough insurance for the evening.
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Re: Two Sharks and Spilled Blood [Flashback]
Date: 2009-09-20 07:34 pm (UTC)"Check."