She had skill, aye, and Remy liked that, and so he played a good game, with a wee bit of cheating thrown in.
The third player threw in the last of his money, as predicted, and Remy added the needed coins, then threw down his spread. A spread he knew was the best in the pot. Barely, but, that was how cards flowed. As the cards his the table, he smirked. "Cards down, all?"
His smirk showed wider when the third player threw his down and left, not even waiting, and he laughed at that, looking to Isabela. "And yours?" Because, well, there were always surprises, and he knew she just might beat him, cheating or no.
And he grinned at her, a different grin from what he had shown to the other man. A warmer grin, as his eyes glowed, red against black.
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The third player threw in the last of his money, as predicted, and Remy added the needed coins, then threw down his spread. A spread he knew was the best in the pot. Barely, but, that was how cards flowed. As the cards his the table, he smirked. "Cards down, all?"
His smirk showed wider when the third player threw his down and left, not even waiting, and he laughed at that, looking to Isabela. "And yours?" Because, well, there were always surprises, and he knew she just might beat him, cheating or no.
And he grinned at her, a different grin from what he had shown to the other man. A warmer grin, as his eyes glowed, red against black.