Lucan's clove trails a long, oily ribbon of sweet-scented smoke up to where an unseen filter whisks it away.  "Don't go too far, Jim... these hands hold a great deal of promise...  Darling?"<br/><br/>The well-proportioned hostess watches Jim rise, and her coy smile hints a knowing approval.  "Texas Jim, why wouldn't you let me take care of that for you..?"<br/><br/>Lucan tosses the cards without even lifting the deck... he just rests his fingertips on the top card and flicks it... each sails, landing perfectly face-up next to each player's hand.  "Hush, darling, we have--"<br/><br/>CHAIR 1: S..........XX W! As 9c<br/><br/>"A pair of Aces showing... no help there..."<br/><br/>CHAIR 2: A............XX 10c Jc W!<br/><br/>"A possible Straight Flush... hell, a possible ROYAL flush... on a wildcard... what ever could that be..?"<br/><br/>The card depicts a desert and ocean flanking a crumbling tower.  It reads, in bold script...<em>Collect an ante from every player at the table, including the house, if you kiss them.</em><br/><br/>Lucan rolls his eyes.  "Better act fast, because if a bet's made, you lose the wildcard bonus."<br/><br/><br/>CHAIR 3: C.......XX 3s 4d 4c<br/><br/>"And Cynthia is showing a pair.  Perhaps 4 of a kind, a full house?"<br/><br/>DEALER: L...........XX Ac 10h 10d<br/><br/>"And the same for me... a pair, maybe more."<br/><br/>He glimpses comically at his cards, rolling his eyes wildly.  "Whatever you're going to do, better do it fast."  He grins broadly, taking a long drag from his black-papered clove.