Mr. Black, Mike Black, but you are so married. So, we can be cool or whatever, but I gotta respect your wife, Jackie told her mirror one day.

Mike stood and watched while Jackie continued drop to money on losing hands. Once he had seen enough, Mike went and sat down. When Jackie lost all her money and got up from the table, Mike motioned for her to join him.

"Bad night," Mike said to her, stating the obvious.

"No more than any other night." Jackie laughed, trying to make light of it.

"Freeze says that you’re good people; that you and your boy are good earners. But you’re here a lot. Drop a lot of money." Mike signaled a waitress for a drink.

"I’d say that was the truth."

"It’s the way you play," Mike said nonchalantly.

"What do you mean?"

"I watched you play. I could tell when you had a good hand, and when your cards weren’t shit. I could tell when you were nervous. I could even tell every time you had a strong card, and when you were bluffing."

"Could you let me in on it, or is it a secret? I lost a lot of money to the house too. Your house."

"No, I don’t mind tellin’ you, Jackie. It’s written all over your face. It’s your eyes, actually."

Jackie smiled. "So, you were looking at my eyes?"

"You have very pretty eyes, but they betray you every hand. All anyone you’re gambling with has to do is watch your eyes."

"Anything else?" Jackie asked as the waitress set a glass of Remy Martin VSOP in front of Mike and asked her if she wanted anything.

"Hennessy."

"You’re reckless and greedy."