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“Sorry, we’re closing the curtains.” You match the bet and show your cards. A 5 of diamonds, and a 2 of hearts. The hand is absolutely dreadful.
“We shall see.” Victor follows your lead and shows his cards: 2 Kings, just like yours. Who cares about the suit?
“Deliver the cards!” Gerard demands Rooke’s hostage to do his job. He has been dealing the last few rounds, the Judge demanded the dealer to be swapped every now and then to hurt your chances, calling everyone that didn’t openly support you to do the role, until you all ended up with the Host-age.
The entire room turns silent. The Hostage delivers the first three cards on the table somehow. All facing down. He starts unveiling them one by one. The crowd gasps each time, more positively when it clearly benefits Victorious. First, you got a <span class="mu-s">2 of spades</span> in your favor, then a <span class="mu-s">4 of clubs</span> that doesn’t help anyone, and finally another <span class="mu-s">King</span> – a stab you weren’t expecting. With this, <span class="mu-s">Victor’s Three</span> of a kind is winning. You can’t beat that with the 2 pairs, and that’s the best you can hope for. Wishing for a Four Of A Kind is plainly a miracle.
The tension rises. The Hostage drops the next card. A random <span class="mu-s">6 of hearts</span>. You’re dead on arrival. The dream of a Four Of A Kind is gone. Everyone gets excited. Victor will last one more round.
…And the final card drops. <span class="mu-s">A 3 of spades.</span> And with that, it slowly dawns on everyone that you got a <span class="mu-s">Straight</span> and won. The celebration dies. The underdog failed. Victor has been eliminated.
“Well played.” Victor’s face drops on the table, then his body collapses to the ground. Nobody is checking on him because they know he’s being dramatic.
