"Definitely shitty," Theo agreed. "It was too cold for me too. And the people just didn't know how to have fun." He grinned. "Not like here at all."
With the deck cut, Theo starts dealing seven cards each, being sure to slide an ace into his own sleeve in a practiced motion. He doesn't even have to look at the card -- the seemingly random scuffs and tears to the back of each card tell him quite clearly which is which.
"What's your poison, gentlemen? I'm thinking poker."
can't say good morning without lying twice
