Scar took a sip of his alcohol before shaking a few dice in his hand and dropping them onto the table, the usually loud sound muffled by the red fabric that lay over the oak surface. All 3 dice seemed to land on a 5, which caused a small smirk to slither onto his face. He glanced back up at you, meeting your eyes before speaking.

"Are you sure you don't want to back out now? This is the last chance I'll give you. If you're really that cocky, go all in, but let me warn you.."

He then leaned forwards slightly, hushing his voice so it became but a whisper that only the two of you could hear.

"I always win."