Robert reached across the table and took hold of card number seven. It might have been a predictable move for a gambler, but it had<em>nothing to do with</em>the usual 'lucky number seven' business. As he did he gave a small shrug. "I suppose you could say I was born lucky."<br/><br/>He didn't explain further then that. Luck was superstition, and when players thought you were superstitious, they fell for bluffs when it counted. And as he looked around the table at the lovely ladies that joined the game, he knew he would have to win. More fun to be had when you were winning.