"Nah, it's the bad players that you gotta invite back." Unless this guy was so good it didn't matter to him. Or the kind who liked his winnings square, against high stakes. Bucky didn't know what to make of all the flashy stuff, the flicks and twirls. He played his cards strait, not flushed.
But he sat down anyway, and arched an eyebrow, game.
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But he sat down anyway, and arched an eyebrow, game.