Braelyn's POV
The game was just as I predicted, they must have played a lot of times. A bunch of influential figures cussing each other because of a game
Benji folded early, slapping his cards down with exaggerated misery. . "My luck strikes again. This card is trash," he muttered, tossing it in his ring like a final insult. His cards? A mismatched pair, nothing useful. He reached for his drink. The others laughed.
"As I said, he always has the worst luck," Lucien whispered for just me to hear, but Benji ended up understanding him from over the table.
His eyes twitched. "I'm sure you have enough experience with bad luck, Lucien." Lucien's jaw clenched but he forced a smile.
"Annoying prick.." I cussed. I was surprised there was someone who actually got under his skin.
