George smiled as he saw contestant after contestant enter the room. This looked to be an interesting night, with the quota of women, each apparently with their own charm, being higher than usual for these kind of nights.<br/><br/>"Welcome, welcome!" the colored man bidded, placing his cigar in the ash tray for now. He stood upright, reaching his full height of 6' 3" as he greeted each person individually. "I am George, your host for the night. Please have a seat and make yourself comfortable." With the minibar within reach, he asked those that didn't seem provided for yet: "Can I get you something to drink?"<br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>Table positions</em></span></span></div><hr/><br/>When the digital clock above the entrance door showed 20 00, a simple, monotone buzzer sounded for two seconds. "Well, ladies and gentlemen, this will be our group for the evening!" the casino owner informed them cheerfully, as he did a quick headcount. He walked over to the entrance, and closed both of the large, black doors. "Could all of you be so kind to come to the table," George asked politely, as he lifted one of the chairs in the sofa corner with ease, to drag it over to the poker table that was one chair short, "and flip one of the cards that is spread out on it, so we can determine order of play. I want to ask one of our charming ladies to flip one card for me as well."