<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7HI4r.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Phil<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Scoundrel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Brazen Hussy<br/><strong>Time:</strong>9/3/2505, Early Afternoon<br/><strong>With:</strong>Levi, Wally, Open<br/><br/>Phil looked up when the woman didn't call. She had been playing aggressively for the last few hands, and it was strange for her to step back and let he and the factory man duke it out. Still, he wasn't complaining. He had enough time to whittle down her chips, too.<br/><br/>He grinned when they were asked to show their hands, and flashed his. The smuggler tutted when Wally reached for the pot.<strong>"Ah ah ah, my four of a kind beats yours,"</strong>he said, and laid down his hand on the table. Of course, anyone observant would notice a problem with the cards played. Phil's cards were aces of all four suits, and a queen. The unmatched card in Wally's hand happened to be an ace. Phil raked the pile of chips out of Wally's hands, hoping that... oh shit, the whole bar was watching. Time to go. If someone were to search the smuggler, it wouldn't be too hard to find the card he had swapped out for his last ace, one of the same suit in Wally's hand.<br/><br/><strong>"It was nice to play with you, sir. Now, if you'll excuse me, I really need to be returning to my ship,"</strong>Phil said, scooping up the chips and making a beeline for the door.