-- Poker Club --
Once the two were done eating, they follow the waiter to the private room
Honeybadger and Jibbs are walking down a hallway leading to the championship room, the hallway is decorated with fine furniture and paintings
The two enter the room and are greeted by a man with a very nice patterned maroon suit, top hat, and very thick and groomed moustache.
Man at the table: "Hello gentlemen, welcome. Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Mr. Riggs, the luckiest man in Analva"
Honeybadger: "Nice to meet you, I'm Mr. Honeybadger and this is my friend Jibbs."
Jibbs:"Thats MISTER Jibbs to you. I've always wanted to say that..."
The men sit down and start to play. The first round went off without a hitch, Honeybadger used his slight of hand effectively to give him a three of a kind and Jibbs waited for the deck count to get high enough. This went on for the whole match until the once smiling Mr. Riggs, is now visibly irked.
Honeybadger:C'mon Jibbs let's drive this home and get this over with. *the last hand is dealt*
Honeybadger: Shit, I hope to Christ that the count is high enough for Jibbs to win...
Honeybadger folds reluctantly. Jibbs looks over clearly shocked. Than quickly recovered to glance at his hand.
Jibbs: What the flak are you thinking Honeybadger? I can't win this, the count is low as shit. Flak.
The first cards are flipped over, Riggs grins. Jibbs is deep in concentration as Honeybadger starts to sigh and take off his hat.
The flop. Riggs has a sly expression on his face and starts to slowly sip his drink and shift his vision over to Honeybadger who is playing with a coin.
Jibbs: This is statistically impossible, even with the current cards on the table, there is no way it will be that card...
The river, it's as if it was in slow motion, the lucky bastard smirking across from Honeybadger, The unamused Honeybadger, and Jibbs whose hair is now greasy from stress.
The card is flipped over.