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“If there’s a rule against it - and I wouldn’t normally say this - but some rules are meant to be broken.” Isaac gestured the bartender back over, the need to inquire if a deck of cards had ever been abandoned in the joint far surpassing the need to wallow at that particular moment. “What could it hurt? Either we sit here and drink ourselves into some state of misery or we play a few hands of a gentleman’s game and distract ourselves with a bit of betting. What do you say?”
Connor contemplated the man’s question before he cracked a slight smile. “You know, I think I could bet on a game or two.”













