Sally thumbs her hat from her head and leans forward onto the table, running her fingers along the tray of chips as if in disbelief... more at stake here than just money... she sets the stacks up at her place at the table and sips her drink again, then watches the dealer.  She knew enough in her relatively few years to avoid a guy like that, but she couldn't help but feel a little thrill when he looked at her, like she wanted him to keep looking... she snickers at his response to Jim, then winks over at the other player and cuts the deck halfway through, setting the top toward the dealer before drawing back her hand and leaning far back in her chair, one boot propped under the table and easing her chair back.<br/><br/>Not bad for a kid from Andrews, she mused... and she knew that even if she failed at this, she'd have something to write about... if she ever got the courage back to sing it.