"You know the rules?" You ask, dealing him seven cards. He picked up his hand, making sure to only show you the back side.

"Aye, been playin' since I was a wee lad." He looks down at his hand, organizing them a bit. "Yer goin' down, kid."

You pull a card from the top of the spare deck. A red nine shines in the dim light of the rec room.

He pulls a card from his hand, a red four. "Your turn, Sgt.," he states smugly.