Card Sharks

"Why the long face, Chris?" Backup perched on the American's desk.

Sitting at the desk opposite, Sam looked up from his work. Grinning, he explained, "He lost at cards last night."

"Cards? Against who?" The light dawned as Chris threw Sam a pointed look. "Oh dear." Despite her words of sympathy, Backup was struggling to keep a straight face. " Poker by any chance?"

Arms crossed, Chris' posture said miffed but there was an amused sparkle in his eyes. "No."

"Blackjack?"

"Nope."

Backup frowned. "What other games are there?"

Sam's reply was accompanied by a smile of pure devilment.

"Snap."