Chapter 32 Hangover 3 (2/2)
He watched as the Penguin swiftly and stealthly took a card from the middle of the deck and placed it on the top. The penguin repeated the process 7 times.
John glance at the players and the audience, no one had noticed the strange motions of the Penguin.
The moment he shifted his eyes the world returned to normal, ”Heh...” John slightly exclaimed, [Why it returned to normal?]
He tried to focus again, but it didn't work. All that he got was a splitting headache.
He lowered his head and his the expression twisted in pain.
Once he lifted his head again he saw that Lenny has lost 200 pixels to the other Penguin, the one with a giant black wig.
John took this opportunity that the banker was shuffling the cards and approached toward Lenny.
”Lenny...” John called out with a low tone.
”Connor?” Lenny looked behind him and saw John, ”What are doing here?”
”Didn't you said for me to find you in the underground facilities?”
”Oh, right... I forgot” Lenny screeched his head.
From the stench of alcohol coming from Lenny and his awkward movements, John was able to determine that Lenny was a little tipsy, if not drunk.
”I think the banker is helping someone cheat.” John whispered in a very low voice by Lenny's ear.
”What!?” Lenny exclaimed, but soon calmed down.
He threw a quick glance at the players and then said, ”Ahhhh... I think I lost enough for a day. I will taking my leave.” He stood up, took his poker tokens and left with John.
The banker curiously glanced at John for moment and then started to shuffle once again.
Lenny took John to the bar, he looked at the Penguin barman that was by the counter, and ordered a Martini for himself, ”What do you want to drink?”
”I... Don't know any drink.” John embarrassedly said.
”What!?” Lenny loudly exclaimed.
”I never drank alcoholic drinks in my entire life”
”Then you never had a life to begin with.” Lenny looked with eyes filled with pity toward John.
”It was against the regulations of the academy, and I had read in the Internet that alcohol is extremely bad to Human brain.”
”Humans are so fragile...” Lenny sighed.
The Penguin barman was very small and he had to jump on a chair to reach the top of the wooden counter. The Penguin barman jumped at approached Lenny while carrying the tray that had Lenny's Martini.
”First time here?” The Penguin barman asked John while he served Lenny.
”Yes... How do you guessed?” John curiously asked.
”Well... I would have remembered you if I had seen you before.”
”What do you mean?”
”Simple, you are different from everyone else here. Just feel around, the thick killing intent and the faint stench of blood. Most of the customers here are mercenaries, outlaws and bounty hunters, the types that had their fare share of deaths in their hands. They come here relief their stress from their life that is always hanging between dead and alive, or they come here to find possible patrons and service. But you... You are different. You are so young and have neither the killing intent or smell of blood, in other words, you are a greenhorn.” The Penguin casually said.