For Sam, the rules were simple, as far as cards went.  Play for the duration of two cigars, and no matter what his chips were like, leave the table.  That way, he'd ensure his enjoyment of the game without making the greivous mistake of overextending himself.<br/><br/>At the time of his second cigar's end, Sam's stack was well above what he had when he got to the table.  In point of fact, he was in posession of about five times his original bank-roll, and the stacks of chips were impressive to behold.  When he made his exit, Sam was greeted with a few good-hearted objections, mostly by people who wanted a chance to get their money back, but in the end, Sam walked away.  It was time to find some other form of fun.<br/><br/>Once his chips were cashed in, Sam took his earnings out of the House of Cards, and let his feet wander for a while.  He was sure that Will Samson would find him when the time was right, so Sam had little in the way of urgency.  Instead, he walked slowly, letting the ambient sound of an establishment wash over him, telling him what was happening inside.<br/><br/>Once Sam was outside one place, the sound of well-[layed blues guitar made itself known to his ears.  Sam smiled, and took a peek inside.   Surprisingly enough, near one of the tables, Sam could see the rest of his group, including the boss.  Sam decided he'd had enough alone time, and elected to join the others.<br/><br/>Ten minutes later, a tray of drinks was delivered by one of the palce's servers, who was followed by Sam, himself.<br/><br/>"I bring drinks!"  Sam announced, smiling broadly.  "The cards were good to me, tonight, so I offer good tidings to you all!"