Darcy
I flip a poker chip over my knuckles and then back up, fingers dancing in the air, like they are stroking the keys on a piano, doing my best to appear as nonchalant as fucking possible. Poker is a numbers game, a splash of luck, and a whole lot of bravado.
I have bravado in spades; that’s not the issue here. The issue is that the asshole next to me knows me almost as well as he knows the numbers, so the only way this bluff is going to work is if I go from one extreme reaction to another.