<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Edouard</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/Eddie2-1.jpg)</div></div></div>Another day, another idiot to be parted from his money. Edouard smirked as the man beside him shuffled the cards, eyes squarely on the man across from him, who sneered as he took a puff from a cigar, ashing it onto the floor.<br/><br/>"You know they don't allow kids in the bar, right?"<br/><br/>Ed just scoffed, the comment not bothering him, and not deigning to respond to it otherwise. He heard it a lot, though by now the owners accepted that he was older than he looked. He barely looked sixteen, but he was in his twenties. At times it was annoying, but when gambling, it was a bit of a boon - people tended to underestimate him because of his apparent youth, and that just made it all the more easy to take their money.<br/><br/>"Scared you're going to lose?" Eddie said with a smirk, before letting out a shrill whistle at a passing server, beginning to roll himself a cigarette as the man dealt out the cards. "Hey you. Bring me an ale."<br/><br/>Epickings eat the unlit cigarette between his lips before picking up his cards and eyeing them deliberately, furrowing his brow a bit like he was concentrating, arranging and rearranging the cards in his hand. All part of the game. Make them think you have no idea what you're doing, then take them for all they're worth. It was almost too easy at times. He let out a low sigh, like he was dissatisfied with his cards, before flicking a single coin into the middle of the table as the others made their bets as well.