MAGIC
He's never been a crowds man per say, but if you ever saw him in the nighttime, you'd swear otherwise.
I got the magic in me.
He was a show stopper and demanded eyes with every motion he made. The way his cards moved and flipped in his hands all while his eyes beckoned a new woman over to figure how he does it. A flick of his wrist and a snap of his fingers the cards would come to his beck and call with such flourish that you'd be sucked into whatever he was doing with them to begin with.
These tricks that I'll attempt will blow your mind.
That was just his hands though. He'd walk the streets of Bourbon Street and the ladies couldn't help but flock to his feet to see more of his southern charm that they have yet to see in their life time. That spark in his demonic eyes, his sway in his step that could sneak up on the most paranoid of hoarders and that smirk that could make you melt and empty your pockets all at once.
Pick a verse, any verse, I'll hypnotize you with every line.
The worst was the fact that he knew he had this, magic, if you will, and he knew how to use it. The crowd never failed to fall into his palms as his cards twisted and turned in mid air as his fingers dug for your last dollar. The feel of a hip and slip of gold from their neck and nobody cared to notice till the next day. He was a master of his domain and a jester of the worst variety.
I'll need a volunteer, how about you, with the eyes?
He'd see a pair of green eyes and a full head of luscious hair and he was in the mood for show. With a smirk on his lips and a drink in hand he'd turn his stool around to face the beauty with his intentions plain as day. He was in trick mood full blown now, with his volunteer in his sights. She was of the shy and sassy type as she stood off by herself with a hand on her hip, her eyes staring back at him daring to perform at his own will.
Come on down to the front, and stand right here and don't be shy.
He wasn't of the backing down persuasion and he wasn't going to start tonight. With a drink in hand and a line in mind he set off to tight walk his way over the lioness to be tamed. She was ready and willing to take a bite but stopped as he whipped her into form with a well placed drink. Her roar was nothing but a purr when he pet his way down her form.
I'll have you time traveling, have your mind babbling.
With a clever line and a slip of the wrist he was dealt with new cards to be aware of. His ace no where to be found till a smirk found its way on her lips. She was a dealer of the worst kind and his tricks held no candle to the flicker of her unreadable cards. But alas with that smirk and a snicker he had found his own Gambit.
So come one, come all, and see the show tonight.