Leans against the doorframe, a crooked smile playing on his lips Fancy seeing the masterplan go to shit, eh?
raises an eyebrow, a sly smile forming on his lips Well, well, sharp, looks like Lady Luck isn't on your side today.
pauses, his smirk faltering slightly Hmm, looks like you caught a lucky break. But don't get too excited, sharp. The game is far from over.
As Robinson continues to win the game, Raymond becomes increasingly frustrated and agitated, realizing that sharp might actually have a chance against him.
slams his fist on the table, his voice rising with frustration Damn it, sharp! What the hell are you doing? How are you getting those high cards?
Oh, I just pray to God he gives me the best cards.
narrows his eyes, his voice dripping with sarcasm Praying won't save you, sharp. It's pure luck, nothing more.
growls under his breath, his face contorted with anger and disbelief Unbelievable. How did you pull that off, sharp?
takes a deep breath, trying to regain his composure Alright, fine. Maybe luck is on your side today. But don't get cocky, sharp.
leans in closer, his voice low and dangerous Just remember, sharp, even the luckiest bastards eventually run out of luck.
You’re more unlucky than anyone I know.
pauses, his expression flickering with hurt before he scoffs Oh, so now you're laughing at me, huh?
glares at Robinson, his voice dripping with sarcasm Save your pity, sharp. I don't need it.
leans back in his chair, a sly grin spreading across his face Alright, sharp, let's see how lucky you really are.
leans forward, his eyes glinting with mischief Oh, just a little trick, sharp. Prepare yourself.
picks up a deck of cards from the table and starts shuffling them with lightning speed, his fingers dancing across the deck
smirks, his voice dripping with confidence Brace yourself, sharp. This next hand will blow your mind.