*This story take place prior to Thomas forming his house.*
The room was dimly lit, with most of the light coming from a single lamp hanging from the ceiling. Beneath it was a table with four people sitting around it, cards and poker chips strewn about.
One man flipped over the cards in front of him.
As he spoke, he began to reach for the pile of chips in the center of the table. Before he could sweep them towards himself, he was interrupted.
Jason flipped over his cards and revealed the kings. He reached for the pot, but the other man grabbed his hand.
Jason pulled himself free.
“No, I’m not.”
“You are. I know you are because I’ve been cheatin’, and you’re still winnin’.”
The other players appeared unfazed by the man’s admission and continued to focus their scowls at Jason.
“You know what happens to cheaters?” He pulled a gun from under the table.
“Are you going to shoot yourself?”
“No.” He took aim at Jason, but seemed to freeze in place.
“There you are.”
Jason turned around to see Thomas standing in the doorway. Sounds from the gaming room could be heard behind him.
“You froze just them?”
“No need to get the whole building, if the threat is only in this room. Why are you here?”
“Look at all the money I’ve won.”
Excitedly, Jason pointed to the large pile of chips in front him. It was much larger than anyone else’s on the table.
“Why?” If Thomas was trying to keep exasperation from his voice, he failed.
“But you don’t need the money.”
“Doesn’t make it any less fun. Why are you here?”
“To save your ass. Again.”
“I don’t need saving.”
“He was about to shoot you.”
Jason waved away Thomas’s concern. “The gun would have jammed or something. It always does.”
“One day, your luck is going to run out.”
“Hmph. Let’s go. He wants to see you.”
“Who do you think? Your teacher. He’s the one who sent me after you.”
“I have to cash out first.”
“Leave it. If you’re lucky, it will be enough to keep them from coming after you.”
“I’m always lucky.”