<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/9439_1213355092507_500_196.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Mathew Cuthbert<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>None yet.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1376<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Casino Morongo<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Deacon Sloane, Chrstian Specter, Virginia Whatley, Anyone<br/><hr/><br/><em>If he’s half as good as he thinks he is,</em>Mat pondered regarding Christian,<em>Then he’s as good as his hype.  The scary thing is, I think he might actually be half as good as his hype.  <br/>   <br/>   I wonder if that arrogance carries over to cards? </em><br/><br/>Mat realized a bit too late that he’d brought less money to wager than he intended.  As a few others joined them at the table, a dreamy haze came over his face.  Most people’s poke face was stony.  Mat preferred to appear as if not really paying any attention to the game.  In truth, his game ran somewhat on intuition.  Not some sort of psychic phenomena, but rather the way an athlete learned that if they tried to think about what they were doing they mucked it all up.<br/><br/>As he played through hand after hand, winning far more than he lost but profits suffering from the small ante he’d brought to the table, he found himself admiring Ginny’s pretty face and the shapeliness revealed by her snug blouse.  He found himself loosing a few hands before it fully sunk in how expertly she was using her body language to mislead him.  He reversed this on her for a few hands by pretending to fall for her subtle misdirection.<br/><br/>By the time she caught onto this tactic, the rest of the table had noticed the intensity of the competition between them.  With a subtle nod, he offered the suggestion that they might work together, and he set himself on continuing to seem focused on his beautiful rival.  If they used this as a distraction, they could put the whole rest of the table off balance…<br/>