[In the end, it doesn't matter who wins or loses that last match.
One final game later, and Rude pockets the cards. Who would've guessed that Blake could've pulled that hand out of nowhere? Rude's slightly amused at his own mistake of underestimating Blake, but it could've just been luck working against him. Standing up, he offers a handshake through the bars, ignoring the sharp warning from the officer nearby.]
Take care of yourself, Blake. I'll see you when you're out.
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One final game later, and Rude pockets the cards. Who would've guessed that Blake could've pulled that hand out of nowhere? Rude's slightly amused at his own mistake of underestimating Blake, but it could've just been luck working against him. Standing up, he offers a handshake through the bars, ignoring the sharp warning from the officer nearby.]
Take care of yourself, Blake. I'll see you when you're out.