Weiland smiled broadly. It was the best hand he'd ever managed without cheating, and what a prize to score. Oh, the fun he could have...
"Fortune smiles on you either way, Lucius," he said. "She just looked away from you for the briefest of moments." He stubbed out his cigarette and stood, reaching for the bag containing his mask and cloak. He drew a small coin pouch out of the bag and set it down on the table, on top of Lucius' losing hand.
"If you wouldn't mind completing the wager, good sir? I don't want either of us to be so caught up in the business at hand that we forget."