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[demoninyourbed]

There's a guy lounging on a lawn chair, set up on a street corner, a crate set in front of him like a table. He's got a deck of cards that he's shuffling, and he's calling out every so often to passer-bys who look like they might be game

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[notaniguana]

Leyin sits down across from him. He's a be-sunglassed fellow in trendy clothes. "What's the game?"

[demoninyourbed]

Jacob grins and turns his full attention on Leyin. "Anything you want, my friend! Blackjack, draw, stud, any card game you can think of."

[notaniguana]

"Huh. You can pick, really. I know lots of different games even if I'm terrible at almost all of them."

[demoninyourbed]

"Blackjack it is, then." Jacob gives the cards a last shuffle before dealing. "So what brings you to my street, hmm?"

Yes, his street -- at least for today.

[notaniguana]

"Your street?" Observe, amused face. "Haven't heard that before." He looks at his cards. They are probably crummy. Plus, he's not very good and playing cards or having a poker face.