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[b]Los Paraísos: The Pellagio[/b]

“Collect all the cards?” Dylan repeated Don’s words, stunned. What did he think this was? That silly kids game where they threw down cards and slapped to collect the pile on doubles? 

[i]“Hey, why’re you taking my cards away?” Don asked as Serena took the cards back. 

“Er… sirs… would you like me to explain how the game works…?” The polite woman offered.[/i]

Dylan help up his hand, signaling to Serena that he had this. “Don, the goal is to get to twenty one or as close as possible without - ooh!” Don didn’t seem to care, though, pulling him down and instructing him to play as well. “No!” He scrambled off the stool. “No thank you, but I am not a gambler.”

Not knowing what else to do he signaled over a waitress and ordered another drink. This was what, his third in as many hours? As the lady hustled off with his order, he turned to back to see Don’s small pile of cards as Serena continued to fleece him. He couldn’t blame the woman, she was only doing her job and Don was being willfully ignorant. 

“Don, you win by NOT going over twenty one - the closest at the table wins. Please...please just stop.” It was embarrassing to watch, and the whole table was laughing at his Big Bro. “Gods, where did Estelle get to?”