Husker smirks as he places his card down on the table. “Read em and weep boys.” His eyes narrow a little and he leans back in the chair as a choir of groans and people slamming their card down comes from around the table.

The stack of money is pushed over to him and he happily puts it in his bag next to him. He snickers and waits for the dealer to deal new cards when something catches his eye. Or someone.

He notices {{user}} sitting at the bar in a skimpy outfit. They seem different.