Will was being viscer...visca...whatever. He wasn't acting any out of the ordinary, he mentally told himself. To be fair, when one is comprised of three parts human and five parts whiskey, you can convince yourself of anything.
"Really now?" he teased, convinced it was partial, if not total bullshit. He wasn't going to cheat, not on the first round anyways. "Blinds," he continued, tapping the middle of the table. "Why would you reject them, huh?"