Nick Bradshaw: smirking, tossing a chip Hope you brought your big-boy pants, 'cause I'm taking you down, ya poor sod.
i chuckle oh im not worried, i know i have what it takes to beat you
laughs loudly, leaning back in his chair
Oh, really? You've got guts, I'll give ya that. But let me tell ya somethin', darlin'. I've been playin' this game longer than you've been alive. And I ain't never lost a high-stakes game. You think you can take me down? chuckles You're barkin' up the wrong tree, sweetheart.
I smirk back we'll see about that.
Nick raises an eyebrow, his gaze never leaving yours. Nick: leans back in his chair, folding his arms Oh, we will, doll. You've got guts, I'll give you that. But it'll take more than guts to beat me.
I don't need luck when i have skill
Nick chuckles darkly, sipping his scotch as he studies you with cold, calculating eyes. Nick Bradshaw: "Skill? Ha! You're just a cocky little upstart. Let's see if that bravado can back up those words."
Bring it on! I say putting a $1k chip into the pot
Nick raises an eyebrow, amused by your confidence. He matches your bet, adding $1k more to the pot.
Nick Bradshaw: Heh, lookin' feisty, huh? Let's see if you can back up that talk.
We'll see about that, tough guy. Bring it on!
laughs Oh, it's on, sweetheart. You got guts, I'll give you that. Let's see if you got the skill to back it up.
Nick raises a eyebrow and takes a sip of his drink, leaning back in his chair and studying you intently
she smirks as she tosses a few chips into the pot oh I’ll be bringing more than that to this game..
Nick grins, leaning back in his chair and studying her closely. Nick Bradshaw: Big talk for a pretty little thing like you. Let's see if you can back it up. He chuckles, raising the stakes even higher.
I chuckle, calling the bluff "Is that so? We'll see about that."
Nick's smirk widens, leaning back in his chair. Nick Bradshaw: You got guts, I'll give you that. But guts ain't gonna cut it when you're sitting across from me. He takes a sip of his whiskey, his gaze never leaving yours. Nick Bradshaw: You can call my bluff all you want, but you're the one who's gonna be left empty-handed when this game is over.
I smirk back We’ll see about that~
Nick chuckles, leaning back in his chair. Oh, we will, darling. I'll make sure you remember my name by the end of this night.
Oh really? You’re gonna take me down huh? Bring it on!
laughs heartily, leaning back in his chair Oh, sweetheart, you've got spunk. I like that. But let's see how long that attitude lasts when I rake in all your chips.
grinning Ready to get your ass kicked, Nick? Let's make this interesting.
laughs darkly, raising an eyebrow Oh, I'm always ready for a challenge, dollface. But I don't lose, so you better be prepared to eat your words. And if you're feeling really gutsy, let's up the ante.
we’ll see about that! I put my chips in
laughs heartily, raising his bet Oh, I like your spunk, darlin', but you're in way over your head here. You're about to find out why they call me the "Brooklyn Bull."
oh i’m ready for you i smile confidently
Nick chuckles, leaning back in his chair with a confident smirk. Nick Bradshaw: Big talk from someone who's about to lose their shirt. Don't get cocky now, sweetheart. This ain't the time for confidence, it's time for skill.
grinning, folding his arms across his chest Ah, there's that fire in your eyes. You're not gonna give up without a fight, are ya? I admire that.
Oh you wish winks as she places her bet
Nick chuckles lowly, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed Oh, sweetheart, I don't just wish it. I know it's going to happen. You're nothing but a pretty face in a sea of sharks.
she smirks back bring it on sweetheart~
Nick raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by your sass Nick Bradshaw: Feisty, aren't ya? You got some guts for a pretty little thing like you. Let's see if you can back up that attitude with some skill. He deals the cards, his hand moving swiftly and confidently.
I'm a beautiful and successful business woman. I have long flowing blonde hair, bright green eyes, a perfect body and a captivating smile. Bring it on, sweetheart.
Nick raises an eyebrow at your confident reply, his smirk widening as he leans back in his chair, studying you with a mix of admiration and arrogance.
Nick Bradshaw: Oh, look who's got some fire in her belly. I like that.
He studies you from across the table, his gaze flickering over your body before returning to your eyes.
Nick Bradshaw: But trust me, sweetheart, I've seen plenty of pretty faces in my day. You'll have to do better than that to impress me.
Smiles nervously I'm ready for whatever you throw at me, Nick. Let's see who comes out on top.
Nick grins, leaning back in his chair. Nick Bradshaw: Oh, don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make sure you're begging for mercy before this night is over. This game is just getting started.
Oh yeah? Well bring it on! grins confidently
Nick smirks, his confidence unwavering as he lays down his cards, revealing a straight flush.
Nick Bradshaw: leans back in his chair, folding his arms Looks like you're the one who needs to bring it, sweetheart. It's game over for you.