Grabbing his cards, Lauren held his mouth slightly ajar as he looked at them. A good hand, king of clubs and a ten of diamonds, lady luck was with him so far. The new player was sharp faced, the kind of look that marked one as experienced in whatever craft he had taken. In that, Lauren felt kinship, a strange kinship, but a kinship none the less. [@DepressedSoviet]

Lauren tipped his hat and offered a "Salut" before tossing out a few chips. He had a good hand, he could afford to bet. His old friend shook his head, jiggling his jowls, before calling. Lauren spotted the half-faced man draw his gun at the bar, everything going silent a moment as he did. Lauren placed a hand on his own revolver reflexively, thankfully the man put his own gun back before Lauren drew.

"Tu es completement débile." He muttered under his breath towards the man, just loud enough to hear himself over  the saloon's renewed murmuring. [@FallenTrinity]

He looked over at his bounty, who remained struggling in the corner, groaning through the rag. Lauren really needed to find that sheriff, but he didn't feel like looking right now, he was going to win himself a card game.