Kit went to scoop up the winning and the man she had been playing growled, clamping a hand on the money "Double or nothing, I break."

Kit let a slow, cruel smile cross her face and odded, racking. "You lose again and you walk out." she said evenly. She was already contemplating how best to hurt him shoudl it come to that.

The bartender gave up any pretense of clenaing glasses adn leaned on the bar, watching and idly pasisng a new bottle of whiskey. "Hope you're right"