Jul 7, 2017
@classic-gorilla
Shuffling, shuffling. Large hands worked the cards through and through, mixing them up, hiding the aces, the queens, the kings. And yet, with his eyes still focused on the figure across from him, Michael couldn’t help them grin.
When it came to these sort of battles, he’d love to see who came out on top. Poker was something he and the guys played way back then in the early stages of war-training. When he had first learned to play, it was in the shoddy and dim barracks that they were all forced to share.
But now he was here. With his own room. His own mercenaries.
And that was just fine for him.
“Name of the game is poker. Wanna test your luck, Ethan?”