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[b]Los Paraisos: Pellagio Casino - Blackjack table[/b]
Idiot. He was an absolute idiot. Surely he must have got at least a rough grasp of the game by now? Moira crossed her arms, watching as the next cards were dealt out. At least he had it now, right?

Syed continued to watch quietly, keeping himself to himself. He thought he about had this game figured out until he'd noticed one of the other players on the table had split their hand. Geez, there were more rules than he had thought! Still, he was about there by now. Not that he'd want to give it a go himself - he didn't really want to embarrass himself too.

[i]"HOLD!"[/i] Don yelled, looking very pleased with himself. Hold? HOLD?!

"WHAT THE SHIT?!" Moira screeched, grabbing hold of the edge of the table, her knuckles going white. It seemed to be taking her all she had to try not to flip the thing over - her hands were shaking, small cracks appearing around her tightly gripping fingers. The chips on the table began to rattle and slide about a little. "YOU GOT A FUCKIN' FIVE!" Her rage could practically be felt seeping from every pore, her hair getting buffetted by the power of her fury. A few of the spectators closest to her backed off a little. She threw her head back in the most rediclous, over the top fashion. "[b]A FIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVEEEEE!!!!![/b]"

Serena calmly asked Moira to release the table, causing the Berserker to seem to catch herself and release it again. Oh... oops. Instead she clenched her fists at her sides. Must not hit him, must not hit him, just don't!

Syed nearly did a spit-take, although he saved himself just in time and ended up doing a bit of a dribble back into his glass instead. Auurgh that was embarrassing, he quickly turned around to try and scrape back together what little dignity he had. Once he recovered, he looked back to Dylan. "He... he does know the rules, right? Someone has explained them to him, haven't they?"

Syed looked at the cards thoughtfully, although he wasn't really focusing on them. This situation, Don's actions... they reminded him of something. He passed Moira her drink back.

"Don..." he said slowly, placing his hand on his bro's shoulder and leaning forwards to mutter into his ear - quietly enough to not be overheard by anyone else, but loudly enough for Don to hear him over the din. "If you've having trouble understanding the cards, I can help you. I won't tell anyone if you want."

"I think you need to try another game," Moira scowled, folding her arms. "One what doesn't need you to know what the fuck you're doing."

She then chugged her beer as fast as she could.