Some of Mac's men were coping attitude with their facial expressions. Mac shot one of them a look that meant business. He placed his cards down and left the game without further incident. "Pussy," Mac scoffed at him. She met the eyes of the other men left, giving them the chance to leave if they wanted or stay. They stayed, like good dogs do.
"We're playing poker," Mac replied, reaching over to scoop up the cards that were left by the guy who walked away. "You'll be dealt after this hand," she explained. Everyone's hand was played and the man to Mac's right won. "Oh, don't take it personally, they're just intimidated by strong, good looking, women," Mac flirted lightly as she dealt the next hand. Mac wasn't amazing at cards, but she could keep a straight face. "We don't have any bets going, however, is that okay?"