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No no more time. The cards flipped lazily on to the table as the dealer.

I gestured lazily to the dealer. So what about it I asked? “What about what?” Was the non-commital reply.

“Have it out then man. What troubles you on this night. It is written on your face plain for all to see.” I answered back.

“Does this amuse you? Does it amuse you this whole scenario? You know damn well what cause my face to look like such.” He replied.

“I can’t say I derive much amusement from being kept in the dark. I am hardly a strain of fungus that thrives on the absence of the sun.” I twirled a card between my fingers as I said it.

“You’re a damned cursed rogue you know that? I wonder if you truly have a heart.” The dealer had stopped flipping cards now. It was just him and me at this table. His breathing was laboured. He was staring at me. There was a faint creaking sound of leather under pressure as he tightened his gloved hand.

I decided the gentleman was quite deluded and right now he was starting to make me nervous. I pushed away from the table and walked off giving him a nod just before I turned away.

Instinct made me glance over my shoulder as I walked away, and there as though suspended in the air before my eyes was a poker chip. It was as though time had slowed down for me. I twisted and rolled forward the chip graving across my forehead and leaving a furrow across the thin skin there.

Blood immediately began to stream down into my eyes from the cut, my eyebrows insufficient to keep my vision clear from the crimson flow.

I staggered back onto my feet, my right hand came up wiping away the blood.  I stood and faced the dealer. He was still behind the table, breathing in and out rapidly, arm still outstretched from throwing the chip at me. I wiped my eyes again and glanced over my shoulder. The chip had actually ended up being embedded in a slot machine, a faint wisp of smoke trailed out from where the chip had impacted. The hall had gone silent save for the automated rings of poker machines and the soft sizzle of damaged electronics.