Another round of the tournament, another relocation, another boring and seemingly endless game of Poker. It was the worst part for you, waiting until the game was finished. William was doing good, as per usual. He had the game in the bag. He was too focused on his cards to notice the glare you had been sending La Linda’s way for the past ten minutes. You scoff when she leans in to whisper something in his ear, choosing to turn your back to the scene and order another drink