Sphinx Poker Table: Mickey & Kana
Mickey's fingernail absently scratched at the scorch mark, trying to get the soot and the charredness off. It didn't work. Instead, he got thumb on his fingernail. What was going on? Why was he warm? Was he in the mood to investigate this?
No. No, he wasn't.
Mickey then heard Kana's soft voice in his ear and, as if by reflex, he said: "I'm fine." He then tossed his cards on the table, announcing that he folded and passing his left-over chips to the person to the left of him. "Go crazy," he said, getting up. "You look really good," he said to Kana. "Like you're on fire. I need a drink. You need a drink?"