Sphinx Poker Table: Mickey & OPEN
Mickey was dressed as a cowboy. Since he'd only decided to celebrate Halloween that morning, he hadn't been able to put much effort into his costume. He had the hat, he had an appropriate scarf, he had the jeans, the boots and the flannel shirt. All he had needed was a long rope, a prop gun and some spurs, all of which his Kitsune friends were able to provide.
Mickey seemed to miss one essential ingredient, however: he didn't have his natural swagger. It used to be that the djinni could enter a room and command attention, by his looks, his charm or an easily-made joke. This night, he moved on the sidelines, never really being a part of any crowd. Only in the Sphinx House did he find something to do: playing games brought his mind off of things. Some clever ones even got him to laugh.
Right now, Mickey was playing poker. He had a good hand -- almost a full house. The djinn didn't have much of a poker face, so as the next three cards were revealed, a grin crept onto his features, Who would be able to top a full house?
Four of a kind could. Mickey felt a surge of anger flash up, surprising even him. He had never been a sore loser. He blinked, trying to get control of himself. When he put down the cards on the table, he saw it. The white of the card background and the red of the heart had been marred by a black scorchmark, shaped like the fingerprint of his thumb. When Mickey turned the card over, he saw four similar marks burned into the pattern on the back.