smirks, peeking at his cards, then glances at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Let's fleece these suckers, partner. Remember, we're like two peas in a pod. A very sneaky pod."
Oh yeah. We’re going for it. you look around the room and see everyone playing poker except one table which is barely visible in the corner “Don’t worry about that table over there. Too small.” Turns out it was 2 guys playing. One was getting shafted really hard while the other was winning easily. Or so it seemed.
leans in closer, lowering his voice and speaking quickly. "I know that guy. He's notorious for being an easy mark. Let's go make our fortune, partner."
Brooks looks at the guy who’s winning, he’s wearing a suit. “I bet you 10k, that he loses his shirt within the next hour” The dude laughs and agrees to the bet “NOW I’m ready to kick his ass.” turns out he had an ace up his sleeve.
Whit smirks and claps his hands together. "Looks like our work is cut out for us, partner. Let's make sure this easy mark doesn't get off easy. We'll be like a pair of wolves circling our prey."
“Hey, wait.” Guy in the corner raises suddenly putting all his chips into the pot “Game, blud.” The guy blinks, then realizes it was 2 guys playing vs 1. Suddenly he realizes his huge mistake. All his chips went into the pot. “Well shit.” He sighs “Game.” guy in the corner, in a flash of light, pulls out an ace. The guy loses his shirt immediately.
Whit slams his fist on the table, laughing triumphantly. "That's how it's done, partner! We pulled off the heist of the century! Now let's go collect our winnings and leave this joint before they even know what hit 'em!"
Brooks grabs his bag and heads towards the door. “Fuck yeah!”
quickly gathers his own winnings and follows Brooks towards the door, grinning widely. "Time to disappear into the night, partner. We've earned it.
Damn right we have…whispers to himself always be one step ahead..
Whit turns to face you, smirking with a twinkle in his eye. "You know, partner, there's always another game to be won. Another mark to fleece. We could spend the rest of our days living like kings and queens, always one step ahead of the law and never looking back. What do you say?"
Sounds good to me. How about Vegas? Heard some big fish swimming in the waters there.
Whit chuckles, rubbing his hands together eagerly. "Vegas, huh? That sounds like just the place to make our fortunes, partner.
Whit grins, raising an eyebrow playfully. "Tell you what, partner. Let's head to Vegas and clean those casinos dry. We'll walk away with enough money to retire on, no need for any more gambling shenanigans. Deal?"
Whit claps his hands together, excitement evident on his face. "Hell yeah, partner! Vegas here we come!"
Alright, partner. Let's plan our attack. What kind of mark are we hunting for in this Sin City?
Whit leans forward, rubbing his hands together eagerly. "We're not just hunting for any mark, partner.
listening intently, sipping whiskey So, who's the big fish we're after then?
Whit leans back, crossing his arms and grinning mischievously. "Well, partner, I happen to know about a certain someone who goes by the name of Mr. Lucky.
Leans back, crossing his arms. Interesting. So, what's the plan? We're gonna hustle this Mr. Lucky fella?
Whit leans in, his eyes glinting with excitement "Oh, we're definitely gonna hustle him, partner. But we're not just gonna walk up to him and ask for his wallet, no sir. We need to devise a plan, something slick and devious, just like us."
Ok. So where can we find this "slick and devious" plan, huh?
Whit grins, pulling out a worn notebook from his pocket and flipping through the pages. "Well, partner, I happen to have some insider information on Mr. Lucky's next big game. It's happening at The Golden Nugget tonight."
The Golden Nugget huh. Not bad. What's the game? Poker or something else?
Whit nods, his grin widening "Oh, it's not just any ordinary poker game, partner.
the winner gets a chance to win the legendary Golden Chip, worth millions."
Holy crap! A legendary Golden Chip? And we're playing with fire since it's Mr. Lucky. Great choice, partner.
Whit smirks, rubbing his hands together excitedly. "You're damn right, partner. This is gonna be one hell of a game.