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You stepped out from your shiny black Porsche, flashing the valet a quick smile as he admired it. It was not unusual for you to spend Saturday nights gambling at a casino; it was the main way you earned your income. To call what you did gambling probably wasn’t really the correct term. You were always able to determine whether someone was bluffing or not making the game much easier for you, but one of the many advantages of being able to see through lies.

Entering the large, crowded building you took a moment to observe the patrons. The poker tables were busy tonight, which meant you had a large amount of money to make. Watching from a distance you were careful to take note of the playing styles each person used. The table closest to you was full of novice business men, who were only playing to impress their dates with their apparent ‘skill’. The second wasn’t a lot better, the only notable player a blonde, with a close likeness to Gwen Stefani. It was the third table that was able to attract your attention. Everyone sitting at the table oozed an aura that said they were serious about the game.

Smoothing out your tight, almost too short (f/c) dress you approached the table; it was important to keep up the appearance of a dumb rich girl. Plastering on a fake smile you did your best Paris Hilton impersonation.
“Hey boys, mind if I join?”
Three sets of eyes traveled up and down every inch of your body. The only man who didn’t pay you any attention was a handsome brunette who you had seen around at other casinos. He exhibited amazing card skills as he shuffled the deck. A sleazy looking middle aged man, who hadn’t taken his eyes from you cleavage since you walked over answered.
“I wouldn’t wanna see a pretty girl like you lose.”
Taking a spare seat you forced a giggle. “You don’t need to worry, I don’t lose.”
The dark haired man smiled smugly as he skillfully dealt out the cards. “Well it seems we have ourselves a little dilemma.” His French accent was smooth and very charming.
Looking down at the hand you had been dealt you raised an eyebrow. “Aww don’t like to lose?”
He chuckled, a dark and sexy sound that sent Goosebumps all over your body. “I wouldn’t know, mon chéri, I have yet to experience defeat.”
The fact that you sensed no falsehood to his claim deeply unsettled you, how could someone never lose?

The hand you had been dealt was not great, though you had won with much worse. Smiling confidently you placed your bet. One thousand dollars would hopefully be enough to start off with, though the people you were sitting with appeared to be very high rollers. Without a second thought the mysterious man doubled your offer with a wink. You looked into his strange coloured eyes with defiance, feeling the familiar sharp twinge that signaled a lie. He was bluffing, and there was no way you were going to let some weird French man beat you.
“I double that offer of yours.” Throwing a large handful of chips into the center you smiled, you now had five thousand on the line, but you were pretty sure you were going to out bluff everyone here.

The sleazy man pulled out with a scowl. Obviously he was smarter then he looked.
“Are you sure you really want to travel down this road mademoiselle?” He flicked $500 more into the centre.
Frowning, you looked back down at your hand. The trickery you had picked up from him a moment ago was completely gone, so now he wasn’t bluffing about his hand? How was that even possible? The other two men pulled out, leaving just you and French man. This was not going according to plan.

“Is everything ok? You seem a little conflicted.” His strong French accent was really beginning to grate on your nerves.
You were just about to concede defeat when you felt a small pang from him. So he was lying?
Sighing, you matched his offer. “I call your bluff monsieur” You put on your best mock French accent.
He began to laugh, quietly at first but it became increasingly louder. He spread out his cards so that you were able to clearly see them all.
“A Royal flush, and your hand?”
Swallowing hard you through down your lousy cards. “Two of a kind.” He had you beat, and you couldn’t help but slightly admire him for it, though you still hated him.

“ I win… again.” He smiled smugly, neatly stacking his winnings. You mutely stared at him in disbelief, your gift had never failed you this badly before.
He looked up at you inquisitively. “You want to try and beat me again?”
“Who are you?” You blurted the words out without thinking.
“My name is Remy LeBeau, and you are ______ ________.”
You blinked. “How do you know my name and why wasn’t I able to read you?”
“Why don’t we discuss such matters over a drink?”
“I’m not here to drink, Remy.”
He chuckled, that same dark sound from before. “I make an effort to learn the names of all my competition,” He subconsciously twirled a card between his fingers. “As for you being unable to read me, I assume it’s because I have a superior poker face.”
You shook your head. “Determining whether people are lying is what I do, but every reading I got from you was contradictory. Am I right to assume you’re a mutant?”
“What ever gave you that impression?”
“The creepy eyes are a start.”
He faked a wounded expression. “Oh, you do know how to hurt a man. However you are correct in your assumption, though my certain… ability is not the course for the failure of yours,” He raised an eyebrow. “Perhaps you didn’t want to believe what you were being told, and so you changed it yourself.”
You scoffed. “ Impossible, that hasn’t happened since I was a child.”
He shrugged. “Than I am at a loss I’m afraid.”
Sighing you stood. “Enjoy your winnings, they’ll be the last you ever get from me.”
He too stood, taking your hand in his. “I wouldn’t bet on it,” He leant down, lightly kissing your hand, causing you to flush a bright red. “Until we meet again mon chéri.”
“Y-yeah sure.” Laughing nervously you made your way to another poker table, hoping you would be able to recover some of your losses.