Cut. Shuffle. Deal.
Gentle with the cards, they were my father's. I know every inch, every line, every little cut in all of them. Its reassuring, knowing something. Everyone else seems so content, like they can deal with every thing. "Hurry up." I snap.
"Its just a game." he drawls.
"Den hurry up."
"Two." he says smirking like he has the best hand in the world, but he doesn't that much I know. He's not as good a poker player as he thinks. But still he's cocky, with one or two wins he thinks he is a god. The way that the little kids worship him and beg to hear about the track. They think him to be a gambling demon. But really he isn't. The cards almost appear in my hand and I pass them to him. As he looks at them I can see him smirk, but he doesn't have a good hand. I can see it in the momentary grasp of pain in his eyes.
"Well?" I turn snapping at the next person, my eyes meeting with his cold blue ones.
"Slow down." He looks at his cards leisurely, taking his time, even though he knows I want to play a fast game. "Take some time." He smiles, it creeps across his face slowly showing his perfect teeth. They annoy me no one here has a right to look that good. He hand runs through his hair his finger parting the strands and they fall back gently to their original place. He has no right to be a god here. "Relax." He says putting the cards down gently, but he lets the second half snap down, reverberating through the table. "Gimme three."
I take the cards feeling their weight feeling the soft edges and the small line in the back. I hand them to him reverently. We both know how serious the game is but he jokes about it showing that nothing is above him, that he controls everything, even the cards. But me, I allow my self to actually be in control. That's why I'm a dealer.
I turn my head to look at the next person, but they already have their cards ready and hand them to me, "Two." He says just strong enough to let me know what he wants but not to intimidate. His girl smiles at him and stands behind him as I pass the cards back. He understands everything. It annoys me, he'll just look at someone and understand what's wrong. That's a real problem if you don't want understanding. He looks at his cards and my eyes linger on the look him and Magic share. I'm horribly jealous.
"Dealer takes one." I know its strange and I command their attention for a moment them all trying to figure out what I'm doing, normally I'm not like this, I take two unless I'm confidant.
"Penny." Race starts, he isn't confidant, acts like it though. He'll probably show us crap.
"See you and raise you two." Spot and his being over confidant, but he has something to back it up, good but not brilliant. Then again he might surprise me. I don't know Spot that well.
"See you and raise you one." I know he must have a decent hand. Bumlets is like that, decent, nothing spectacular, but enough to place a fair amount on. And he has wonderful luck.
"See you." I drop the coins one by one "Raise you one."
"See you." Race ends it, he doesn't trust enough to go higher.
"Show."
Race is a little reluctant to show his cards, a pair of twos. I knew it.
Spot puts them down, a short straight, he does know his stuff.
Bumlets places down full house.
I put down a straight flush. "Nice ta play with you." I gather up the cards and the money. "See ya all later."
Disclaimer: I own Cards (Who narrates this) and Magic, Disney owns the rest.
Author's notes: Who guessed who each guy was? This story came to me when I was Shuffling my old cards. I've had them for a good three years and they mean a lot to me. it's a great feeling to shuffle, and I like the way that you can tell about people from how they act in Poker, it seemed to have good potential for a fic. This also happens to be the story that has the least spelling error according to my comp! Four!!
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