John Constantine / Nyx Ulric
There would be not questions. There would be even less concern around it. Frankly, as much it did leave Nyx curious, it also didn't mean he had a place to pry or question. It really was, as some would say, none of his fucking business. So Nyx would roll with that.
"I don't follow." But Nyx also assumed he'd figure out what John meant as he went along.
Then they were at the table. John was explaining, and the dealer was explaining, and Nyx was catching on. Learning took a few shuffles of the deck through, but with in the first hour, Nyx had it. It truly was easy. Then one step further, he found himself trying to keep track where the cards were landing. Fifty-two cards a deck, so many decks, if he was great at math he would be able to math it, but for Nyx it was remembering what was played for each person. THAT was difficult. "Alright, John." Nyx commented as he reached out for the beer he had ordered. "This isn't so bad." He wasn't all that bad either. "What's it you do before the whole." Nyx looked around some. "Now?" Yeah, that was delicate.