Jubilee fired a paff in his direction and let it explode. The most damage it would do would be a blast of warmth, not unlike the heat from a hair dryer. "Starting off slow? Never pegged you for a chicken. Call it!"
One by one the women laid down their cards. Among them was a hand with two pairs of low cards, one with a single pair, a hand full of nothing.. and Jubilee's hand. Which held a Straight.
Whether or not it would win didn't matter. One way or another, Oliver was losing something.