Alright, hit me.

The two of you were in a game of blackjack, the air was tense, and his eyes were locked onto yours, trying to see any reaction that would reveal your cards. It was his turn, and he took a card, staring blackly at them, before nodding, and looking at you, waiting for you to do your turn. Swap quickly glanced at his chips, before looking once more towards you.

Well? It’s your turn. What are you planning on doing?