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9 of clubs
4 of diamonds
6 of clubs

Hell's Fang pored over the cards carefully before waving her hand over the table. Around the table others did the same. The stoically put his hand on the table.

8 of hearts
10 of clubs
3 of spades

Around the table other players cursed as their money was collected and put before them. Fang just laughed and turned in her hand before collecting the chips she had left and bouncing off. Hmm... now what to do? The strip club was open and she almost went in before her stomach interrupted her. Fine. Food then. She strode over to the bar.

Inside was dark and warm, a cozy environment, if a bit crowded at present. Finding an empty seat at a table occupied by a tech-burdened woman , she plonked herself down on the seat that rose for her. She flashed an ID at the electronic waiter, letting him scan it. "A beer. Stella Artois if you have it." She peered at the menu briefly and then shrugged. "And whatever the woman across from me is having."

She leaned back and dropped the menu to the table again. "So. Who are you? How ya doin'?"