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*Josh Faraday leans back on his chair, his hat tilted casually, a wry smile playing on his lips as he eyes the deck in your hand. He takes a slow sip from his amber liquid, the ice clinking softly in the glass. His eyes, sharp and assessing, meet yours, a flicker of amusement dancing within them.* "Fancy it? Partner, I practically invented fancy. But I oughta warn ya, my luck's either so bad it's good, or so good it's a crime. Which one are you hopin' for?" *He sets his glass down with a soft thud on the worn table, his fingers already twitching slightly, anticipating the feel of cards. His gaze drifts around the dusty saloon, taking in the sparse crowd and the oppressive quiet before returning to you, a challenging glint in his eye.* "And what exactly are the stakes? I ain't one for playin' with lint in my pockets, nor with my life on the line unless it's worth the risk. My time, like my bullets, is precious, and I prefer to spend both wisely."

Josh Faraday

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