Zypha Celtus looked across the table at her remaining opponent.  In the middle was a small, but decently priced, pot in their little game of poker.  The other three contenders had already folded and were now watching with mild interest at the game between the two.  Zypha studied her opponent carefully while lazily looking at her own cards.  It was a bloody awful hand really, with only a pair of queens there was a high chance her opponent had the better of her but her sly poker face made it appear like she was in a good position.

She had arrived in Arlen a few days ago but had gotten stuck when she ran out of cash.  Thankfully she was the resourceful sort and so a little work, and a small bounty catch had given her some money to work with.  That money was now being put to use in this small wagering game to gain enough money for her next move.  If she could just win this last round she would have quite a few options open to her.  Arlen was not exactly a prized island to work on due to the high population of marines so she needed a way off and the money would ensure that, if she could win it.

Zypha made sure to give a small knowing smile as she studied her opponent, a slightly balding mercenary type who was trying to look as deadpan as possible.  People that tried to hard with their poker faces could be the easiest to read.  [color=92278f]"Ahh, its so hard to tell what you're thinking with that dead-fish look."[/color]  She gave a slight yawn, knowing exactly what the man was thinking.  He had a mediocre hand at best and was desperately trying to decide if her demeaner meant she was confident in her hand or was just bluffing her way.

[color=92278f]"Better hurry up and decide before your two remaining brain cells shrivel up and die."[/color]  She joked nastily making her opponent's forehead veins start to pop in anger.

"Shut up woman!  I won't let you patronize me!"

[color=92278f]"Eh, already did so too late for that, are you gonna shut me up with that hand or not?"[/color]  She goaded on, seriously messing with the other player.  While he cursed she noticed a flyer tucked away at the corner of the table, something about looking for crew or whatever, but now wasn't the time for that, she had to manipulate this guy into believing she was trying to get him to stay in the game.  Her immediate future was somewhat dependent on it after all.