[He raises a brow at the continued pointed bitterness—Jason's a killjoy, a little inter-faction friction is to be socially expected, if not tolerated, but most people either have the fear of god or the common sense to be more careful about their dissenting around strangers. He files it away for later when Kate redirects his attention to the game.
(Is the RAC any better on paper? Not entirely, just different. Following the tides of profit and the letter of the highest bidding warrant instead of the self-righteous will of the Nine. Neutral to the point of disengagement. But at least they don't pretend to be anything else.)
Eyepatch pretends to count his chips and starts restacking them in patterns. 3, then 2, then 3, similar but different to the way they've been laid out before. Terrible Suit catches his eye and starts dealing out cards from the bottom of the deck and Jason groans. Just his luck.]
They're in cahoots. No wonder Porky wasn't missing his chips.
[Not stupid, just working a larger con. That's what he gets for taking a bet prematurely.]
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(Is the RAC any better on paper? Not entirely, just different. Following the tides of profit and the letter of the highest bidding warrant instead of the self-righteous will of the Nine. Neutral to the point of disengagement. But at least they don't pretend to be anything else.)
Eyepatch pretends to count his chips and starts restacking them in patterns. 3, then 2, then 3, similar but different to the way they've been laid out before. Terrible Suit catches his eye and starts dealing out cards from the bottom of the deck and Jason groans. Just his luck.]
They're in cahoots. No wonder Porky wasn't missing his chips.
[Not stupid, just working a larger con. That's what he gets for taking a bet prematurely.]