A drink with a king of diamonds ...
Yet another small tavern often filled with some of Avalon's less than pleasant patrons. He really shouldn't be wasting his time playing with these sorry excuses for gamblers, let alone breathing the same air. Still, it was an easy cash grab and considering his fortune had been left in Runeterra (for the most part), every little bit helped. Alright, fine so a little extra was nice.
This wasn't a complete loss, considering he had gained some information here and there as well as learned to read all kinds of new people.
In the end, everyone reacted the same way to losing to him.
“Watch and learn, gents.” a deep tone hummed with the sound of flitting cards being shuffled from one hand into the other. He kept his fancy tricks to a minimum around these guy, no need to go setting them off prematurely, their little game had just begun. The room around them wasn't too fancy but nothing compared to some of the trashy joints he'd played in, room for all kinds of fun activities. The sweaty sailors could be a bit much from time to time.
If Twisted Fate continued to play his cards right (and of course he will), he'll earn himself a reputation quickly, which means all forms of folks will be challenging him. And losing. At least this worked out until he got his other reputation out there. He chuckles deeply at the thought as the cards are passed around. He refuses to touch the drink placed near him, its smell is already enough to make him feel sick to his stomach, he needs a real drink. 'They got anything in here that don't taste like turpentine?' he quietly thought to himself. Likely so, but the man at the table had been the one to order the drinks, and he'd gotten the cheapest 'watered down whatever it was' on the menu. Another sign this man didn't have too much money to gamble away, or he was just that cheap. Twisted Fate slowly examines his cards in hand. Hmm. Not bad.
He looks up to absorb the other men's faces. Watching their initial reactions, and falsified looks of satisfaction or scorn. He reads them as if they are an open book placed before him and hovering inches beyond his nose. 'This batch of folks, just as bad as the last...got no luck, got no chance.' he chuckles smoothly and toys with them before innocently turning his hand over.
This continues for a little while, the game seems to be back and forth, but there is no doubt Twisted Fate has every man here on a string. Dangling a little false hope in order to snatch it away. He pretends to be sympathetic and could perhaps even fool himself with his own act of 'kindness' letting them win a round to boost an ego or two. It would make his win ever more swift and tastefully more cruel. “Ah, looks like this round goes t'me, boys.” he acts as if surprised and tosses his cards down before returning his hand to his chin and stroking his beard.
A few more minutes pass and T.F is rising from his seat while chuckling smoothly. “Better luck next time.” he smiled giving his hat a small tilt forward. They were groaning, but most were not particularly salty about their loses, of course we weren't talking big bucks, but it added up. One of them on the other hand was drunk enough to get pretty upset about it.
"Cheater!" There it was, big surprise, another sore loser.
“Simmer down hotshot.” he leaned back as the man tried to grab his shirt and ended up knocking a glass off the table. “Ya can't blame me for yer rotten luck, sorry friend, don' need ta cheat to--” Twisted Fate ducked to avoid a fist flying his direction. Instinctively he swiped a card off the table as the man swung at him again, Twisted Fates stuck the card halfway into his arm as if it had been made out of anything other than paper, but the card was unchanged. “Good idea to keep yer hands to yourself....” Of course by now...the guy backed off.
While the dunk man was trying to figure out exactly what or how the card was stuck in his arm, the cardsharp slipped onto a stool at the bar.
Time to order a real drink.