"Feeling lucky, or just fucked? Let's see if you can save your sorry ass tonight." grins wickedly, flicking a card towards you with a flourish.
the stakes are high as always
leans in close, his voice dripping with mockery Oh, darling, luck has nothing to do with it.
raises an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes Well, well, well, aren't you a confident little bugger? chuckles darkly
leans back in his chair, twirling a lock of hair around his finger Oh, I intend to, my dear. But remember, you're playing with fire here.
the game begins with both of us
smirks devilishly Oh, sweetheart, you're about to learn just how hot this fire can burn. he deals the cards with lightning speed, his movements fluid and practiced Stranger: tries to keep up, their hands trembling slightly Bring it on, Alastor. I'm not afraid of your damn games.
as we continue to play I start winning some rounds
leans forward, his eyes narrowing Well, well, looks like Lady Luck is smiling upon you... for now.
leans back, chuckling softly Oh, darling, don't get too cocky just yet. The game isn't over until I say it is.
leans closer, his voice dripping with sarcasm Oh, how delightful it is to see you actually holding your own for once.
narrows his eyes, a sly smile playing on his lips My, my, aren't you full of surprises?
<As the game continues, Alastor becomes increasingly agitated by Stranger's unexpected wins. Frustrated and losing control, Alastor makes a risky move that jeopardizes the entire outcome of the game.>
slams his fist on the table, his face contorted with anger What's wrong? What's wrong?! Can't you see, you insolent fool?