6th day of Fall 511 AV
"Hurry up you petching shrimp!" the man in front of him angrily roared out. Oh please, you think Bob would purposely annoy another person on purpose? Of course unless he would get an advantage from it which was the point he was in now. What did he have in his hand, two pretty pictures? Bob gave out a little chuckle seeing it to pressure his opponents. It may not be the biggest hand but it was still very tough to beat or attempt to beat. "Are you all really in such a hurry to lose?" he asked with a grin at each one of them.
Like he wanted, two of them quickly took extra cards for themselves all the way to their doom from Bob's little trap. The two tossed their cards on the table angrily with some curses but the third just gave a grin of his own. Whats this? He threw out his cards to reveal a total of 21. "Stinkin lucky moron." Bob muttered out while he threw out his own cards and tossed his money to the man.
The game continued on after the bets were placed. "Of all the rotten luck" Bob thought to himself seeing his crappy hand of 12. One of the worst hands he knows he can get. If he was unlucky enough he would most definitely lose again. Oh why can't he have been the winner earlier or at least have those cards now. Looking at the other players he saw that the two he was supposed to have beat in the previous round darting their eyes around the table. Just like Bob now, he knew that the losses have gotten to them too. But what about the fourth player? Bob took a look at him and saw that he was still calmly looking at his cards and enjoying his drink. That stinker! Did he think he already won again? Either way, because of this Bob became too cautious to even think about trying to trick the rest of them again.
Bob started off by taking another card. He was not going to waste his efforts hiding the fact that he already thought he had lost. Slowly he pulled the card towards him and put it with his other cards. "Well, what are you waiting for shrimp?" the fourth man taunted, the same which Bob was doing to the others earlier. "No need to wait, its your turn" Bob said with a sigh of relief looking at his lovely 21. He didn't need the others needed to know that yet though so he kept his brooding face on.
As the rest of them went to take their cards, Bob kept frowning are each one of them. Even when one went over and threw his cards in a rage to storm off he still frowned instead of smiling like the other which barely made it through. Then the fourth man said "I win again" and tossed his 20 on the table, making a grab at the money from the pile. Now it was time to smile. "Not so fast" Bob said with a big grin and pushed his cards right at the winner's face before moving on to take his money.