Poker Night At Café California

[t0l]

A private room, secluded away from everyone else in Café California, had been rented out for the entire night. The room's dark red walls were dimly illuminated by a single lamp, which dangled from the ceiling above an elegant poker table, green felt lined with fine live oak wood. The table was stuffed with a mixture of poker chips, cards, and various beverages. The elegant scent of coffee was potent in the room, mixing with the brash smell of alcohol and cigars somewhere in-between the four people that took up seats by the table. A portable music player laying by one of the men's feet plays relaxing ambience at a comfortable volume. The light lit up the four men's faces, easily identifiable as Altejago, Crackpunch, Reid, and last but not least, Tal, gathered here tonight for a round of Texas Hold 'Em poker.

The cards were dealt and the bets were to be placed. Glances were exchanged and the motives were clear.

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[Altejago]

As Alte looks up he notices his coffee is steaming right into his face, causing him to sneeze into his cup.

He looks around making sure no one saw him.

He wonders; 'Who's the dealer, who's the small and who's the big?'

He darn't say a word in case someone notice his booger in his coffee...

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