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Surely, he can't have anything better than a pair of queens as well. All you would need is a single king to completely blow him out. You don't immediately go to call, however. You gaze away from your cards and look at Clover right in the eye.
"Sooo. There's an actual reason I came here. You deal with sponsors all the time in order to keep this place running, no?" You fiddle with the cards in your hands as you wait for a response.
Clover puts his cards facedown before he responds, "Sure do. I don't like it. Unfortunately, it's mighty difficult to run a place free from their grubby hands. Why do ya ask?"
You quickly glance at Max before you return your attention back to him. "Well, we're actually on behalf of one of your sponsors. Does Mr. Foxtort ring any bells?" It's still weird to refer to him as anything but "The Handler." Clover's face immediately scrunches into a sour frown upon hearing that name.
"It's Foxtrot. Did Casey somehow mispronounce it again? Maybe that powder messed you up; you said LAST SECTION a few seconds ago."
In unison, you and Casey blush a bright red. Oh god, it was Foxtrot. Eughhh.
"Yeah. I heard of him before. Shame what happened to his brother; I heard about that on the news." Despite his sour expression, there's a twinge of pity in his voice. "Haven't seen in a while. What's his deal with ya?"
"W-well." You take a deep breath in an attempt to collect yourself. "He may or may not be missing $88500 from the arrangement he made with your casino." It was already remarkably quiet in the room before, but now? You could hear a centipede crawling on a wall if you focused.
"<span class="mu-s">What?</span>"
Max quickly butts into the conversation, "Yep! In fact, you know that brother you were talking about? He was actually murdered by a crazed gunman, and Mr. Foxtrot BARELY survived the encounter himself."You glance over at Ashley. Ashley nods along. Guess she must've told her a bit about your last mission.
"Yeah! And you know, that would pay for the funeral costs. He wants to do an old-fashioned funeral—none of that ashes in a jar stuff. With the price of getting a coffin and a memorial service these days",
"Hell! I could barely afford it! And my family is richer than rich!" Max nods along. "Now, he wants to honor his vermin of a brother despite their differences. You know how important family can be."
"Exactly! Imagine your brother being shot down and left to bleed out while you couldn't do anything about it-"
>24! SUCCESS!
"Enough." Clover chokes out. He wipes away the mist building up in his eyes. "Look. If ya win? I'm more than willing to pay for it. How's that?"
You nod in approval. "Alright. Call." You rapt your knuckle on the desk. Benjamin moves in to reveal the rest of the community cards. Seven of Spades and a King of Clubs. He gestures at you two to flip your own cards.
You have a Two Pair, with a pair of queens and kings. For Clover, he has a pair of Jacks. Nice. You got lucky this round.
>+1 WIN COUNT!
