[The grumbling's getting louder - maybe not for a human, but definitely for a vampire. Stefan sits a little straighter, staring at it out of the corner of his eye.
As the next round starts, he plays his hand. Better than some of the others, and yet, still not his true hand. Which might be for the best, considering that uh -
Uh, one of those guys from the next table over? Definitely slammed into the middle of their table. Stefan jumps, immediately rising to his feet and snagging the deck with an inhuman speed.cards. He'll curse himself for blowing his cover, but dangit, those cards are irreplaceable.]
Seriously?
[He doesn't even care about the game; he plays those all the time, but there's a broken table, and coins strewn everywhere and a general mess where their game once was.]
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As the next round starts, he plays his hand. Better than some of the others, and yet, still not his true hand. Which might be for the best, considering that uh -
Uh, one of those guys from the next table over? Definitely slammed into the middle of their table. Stefan jumps, immediately rising to his feet and snagging the deck with an inhuman speed.cards. He'll curse himself for blowing his cover, but dangit, those cards are irreplaceable.]
Seriously?
[He doesn't even care about the game; he plays those all the time, but there's a broken table, and coins strewn everywhere and a general mess where their game once was.]