[Okay, so he was James Bond at the end of the movie when he beats the bad guy and gets the girl. He's sure he can find some hot chick around here to take to the hotel after all this is over with, because it would be all over with soon. He'd find out the information he needed, find Fraser and they'd both be on the plane back to Chicago within the next day, maybe after enjoying the casinos a bit more. This was easy stuff, he knew how to deal with mobsters, he'd done it before. Hard guys, but there was always a way to get around them.
Kowalski kept his focus locked between the table and the suit, making sure there wasn't any obvious cheating going on. There's a lot to say for a man who cheats when there's nothing at stake, so he keeps watching for the signs even after being certain this is a clean game. Clean enough that his next card boosts him up to a twenty. A damn good number to sit on. The odds were against the dealer for this, and yet even with what should be an obvious choice, Ray hesitates.
His gaze doesn't look away from the other, narrowing just slightly as he considers his options without trying to give away his thought process. Holding is the smart move for any usual gambler, sure, and he'd be in pretty high standing for a win, but then what? More of this game until he eventually loses, maybe with a few thousand extra in his pocket? Or would the other get bored and take his leave before Stanley got what he wanted? If he hits he's taking a ridiculous gamble. Only an ace could give him a win, everything else would bust him, but isn't that part of the fun? A careless risk to show he doesn't care about winning mafia money?
If this is a game of who has the biggest balls, then so be it. He doesn't want to be seen slinking away with their money anyway. There's nothing to lose when the money isn't even his to start with, after all, and a ballsy (and totally stupid) move will send a message that he's not afraid of this little family.
If people think he's stupid for his choice, so be it, Stanley's more than used to being considered a dumb ass. But his dumb assery is so often, like today, very thought out ahead of time. Planned foolishness. Perhaps that's worse than accidental stupidity...]
I'm an all for nothin' kinda guy. C'mon, let's do it, see what you got, Armando.
[Leaning in just that little bit further as his lips twist upwards into a wolfish smirk, smug and reckless and perhaps just a little provoking.]
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Kowalski kept his focus locked between the table and the suit, making sure there wasn't any obvious cheating going on. There's a lot to say for a man who cheats when there's nothing at stake, so he keeps watching for the signs even after being certain this is a clean game. Clean enough that his next card boosts him up to a twenty. A damn good number to sit on. The odds were against the dealer for this, and yet even with what should be an obvious choice, Ray hesitates.
His gaze doesn't look away from the other, narrowing just slightly as he considers his options without trying to give away his thought process. Holding is the smart move for any usual gambler, sure, and he'd be in pretty high standing for a win, but then what? More of this game until he eventually loses, maybe with a few thousand extra in his pocket? Or would the other get bored and take his leave before Stanley got what he wanted? If he hits he's taking a ridiculous gamble. Only an ace could give him a win, everything else would bust him, but isn't that part of the fun? A careless risk to show he doesn't care about winning mafia money?
If this is a game of who has the biggest balls, then so be it. He doesn't want to be seen slinking away with their money anyway. There's nothing to lose when the money isn't even his to start with, after all, and a ballsy (and totally stupid) move will send a message that he's not afraid of this little family.
If people think he's stupid for his choice, so be it, Stanley's more than used to being considered a dumb ass. But his dumb assery is so often, like today, very thought out ahead of time. Planned foolishness. Perhaps that's worse than accidental stupidity...]
I'm an all for nothin' kinda guy. C'mon, let's do it, see what you got, Armando.
[Leaning in just that little bit further as his lips twist upwards into a wolfish smirk, smug and reckless and perhaps just a little provoking.]
Hit me.