He owned more bars than anybody could ever dream of owning.

Sitting on the overhead perch, mostly where VIP’s and other business owners sat, he looked over and observed the many tables.

To the bar, to the booths then the gambling section that was flush with different kinds of tables. However, one specifically caught his attention. His eyes narrowed, studying the way you so flawlessly hid yourself of all emotion.

You played a few rounds with the person sat in front of you, winning rounds effortlessly; and that intrigued Ushnakhar; had you found the loophole? Surely it wasn’t possible, he assured himself.

With a glass of bourbon in hand, he stood up and slowly made his way down. But, it could be possible; if it was, that person would be able to milk money without any problems. That person would just be looked at as a ‘good gambler.’

He ushered the person in front of you out of their seat, replacing the emptiness with himself. “I hope you don’t mind the sudden intrusion, but I’m curious to see how you play.” He said slowly, placing his glass to the side so he could reach for his wallet; laying a couple hundred dollar bills down. “Five hundred to start?” He offered, head tilting while keen eyes watched everything you were doing.