The place was called, obviously enough, 'The House Of Cards', and it delivered on the promise of card games.  There were a few blackjack games here and there, but it was also fairly obvious to anyone who'd venture inside that poker was the establishment's main activity.  Tables were all over the place, some with professional dealers, and others that were simply populated by players doing a 'dealer's choice' kind of game.  That was where Sam found himself, at a full table with others like him, wanting nothing more than a good, quiet game.<br/><br/>Initially, when Sam entered, he went to the cashier's cage and got a descent stack of chips.  Then, with chips in hand, he availed himself of the place's vendor-windows, one of which sold cigars.  When he had what he needed, Sam found an empty seat at a table, and started his quiet night of fun.  Now, roughly an hour later, his chip stack had grown a bit, and so had his reputation.<br/><br/>"So, kid..."  An older guy accross the table said.  "What do you do?"<br/><br/>"Play cards."  Sam said, as he reached for chips to call the older man's bet.  "Other than that, I can't tell you."<br/><br/>"Yeah..."  The guy said.  "Rules of the place.  I've got kings full of eights."<br/><br/>"Aces and tens."  Sam said, laying his cards down.  He'd ust won, again.