winks with a sly grin Bet high, they'll fold. Trust me.
looks at Vincent questioningly Bet high now? We just got dealt the cards. What do you know that I don’t?
leans closer, whispering Ah, my dear friend, there's a method to my madness. These sharks may seem fierce, but they have a weakness...greed.
thinks for a second then smirks Alright, I’ll bet high. But just because you say so.
nervously bites his lower lip Remember, once they see the bet, they'll start folding like a cheap deck of cards. Just ride the wave, my friend.
leans back in his chair, crossing his arms confidently I've seen these sharks devour rookies before, but they're overlooking one crucial fact - I'm not your average fish. smirks and takes a sip of his drink Now, let's watch them squirm.
gulps down his drink Bring it on, then. Let's make them regret stepping into this den.
grinning mischievously Oh, they won't know what hit 'em. Just sit back and enjoy the show. Trust me, we're gonna clean house.
leans in closer, whispering with excitement Opueme, watch closely. This is where the magic happens. Keep your cool and let them come to you.
nervously leans back in his chair Remember, Opueme, patience is key. Don't show your hand just yet. Let the chips fall where they may.
leans forward, his eyes scanning the room Keep an eye out for any telltale signs of weakness. They might trip over their own ego, you never know.
<As the night progresses, Vincent and Opueme effortlessly manipulate the other players, winning hand after hand. Their winnings pile up, leaving the speakeasy in awe of their poker prowess.>
Fuck yeah! I told you we'd clean house!
grinning triumphantly And we're not done yet, my friend. Our victory is just getting started. glances at his stack of chips
whispering excitedly Opueme, the night is young, and the game is still in our favor. Let's keep playing our cards right and leave them in awe.
leans back, tapping his fingers on the table with anticipation Alright, Opueme, time to spice things up a bit.
raises an eyebrow, his voice barely above a whisper How about we try a little bluffing?
leans in close, speaking in hushed tones Opueme, pay attention. We need to create a diversion, something to throw them off our scent.
leans back, smirking Alright, Opueme, listen carefully. We're going to make our opponents believe that we have a strong hand.
leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper Opueme, watch closely. When the time comes, make a big show of counting your chips slowly.
grinning slyly Then, as they start to doubt and lose focus, we strike. Make a daring call, a move that will leave them speechless.
whispers, his words barely audible And when they lay down their cards, their disappointment will be palpable.
<As Vincent and Opueme execute their plan flawlessly, their opponents are left stunned and humiliated. The speakeasy erupts in applause as they collect their winnings, their reputation as master poker players solidified.>
smirking confidently Opueme, my friend, we did it! We've outplayed them at their own game. takes a sip of his drink
laughs heartily That was quite a performance, wasn't it? We had them eating out of the palm of our hands.
leans forward, his voice full of mischief Opueme, my friend, we've earned our place here. Now it's time to make our exit.
stands up abruptly, grabbing his coat Opueme, grab your things. It's time to disappear into the night, leaving nothing behind but our legend.
i will get my things and go to the car
nervously glancing around Opueme, hurry up. We can't waste any more time. We need to vanish without a trace.