Alan slumped in the chair, staring ahead into the eyes of Felix, the roaring cheers didn't register in his ears, he was only focused on the man before him.
"Statistically speaking." Felix began, neatly stacking the tower of chips. "That shouldn't have happened, the odds of a full house running into a four of a kind are... well, higher than they should be, but that's only statistically speaking."
"You cheated." Alan whispered, looking up, he wasn't angry, in fact, his lips pulled into a faint, amused smile. "I don't know how, but you definitely cheated."
"You're taking this loss a little differently than I imagined." Felix raised a brow, leaning in on the table he placed the black box on it. "But cheating, huh? That's a pretty strong word and accusation, you know?"
"Yeah, nah, you absolutely cheated, ain't nobody gets lucky like that."
"I really wonder." Felix replied simply with a carefree shrug of his shoulders.
