Red Dead Redemption 2 Quiz: Poker, The New Austin Way
Sitting down at the poker table, you nod to the other players sizing you up. You pony up the $100 buy-in and settle in for the evening.
For the first few rounds, you play cautiously, taking minimum bets and folding when the stakes become too hot. You’re an experienced card shark – the past few years have taught you the secrets necessary to out-gamble your poker opponents. Experience shows you to feel out how your opponents play the game and exploit their tells.
A dandy gentleman with a handlebar mustache holds the title of the Blackwater poker champion. His arrogance leads him to continually make risky bets, at which your two other opponents almost always surrender the pot to avoid a dangerous showdown. He gloats over the table, chiding each player and daring them to take him on.
“Oh, Mr. Sears, what would your wife say to you now?” The dandy mockingly called over to another surly poker player. “Surely you have the stones to take your hand all the way?”
The more you play with the group, the more convinced you became to take the dandy down. You play to the man’s mustachioed arrogance, calmly raising his outrageous bets. When the time came to show your hands, he laughed as he showed a full house, Queens over eights.
“My friend, I thank you for your patronage!” He said gleefully, motioning towards the rather substantial pot. His gaze falls upon your cards – a straight flush of eights to queens.
Bemused disbelief turns into indignant rage, as he immediately draws a revolver meant more for show than actual combat. “Friend – I’ll be taking the winnings here. I saw you shuffling your hands under the table like a good-for-nuthin’ cheat!”
The saloon fell silent. You remain seated, assessing the situation before you. The Saloon’s madame crept behind the dandy, apparently intent on knocking him out before he could fire a shot.
But could you count upon her to resolve the situation before being shot?
You trusted justice would come from the madame. Crossing your arms, you calmly kept the dandy gambler talking while the madame made her move. You closed your eyes, hoping your faith would yield rewards.
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You took matters into your own hands. With your hands hidden from view, you swiftly fired three shots at the dandy from underneath the table. As he collapsed to the ground, you collected your winnings and flipped two dollars towards the proprietor.
“‘pologies for the mess,” you drawled, taking the dandy’s cap while the patrons stared in shock. Realizing you couldn’t stay, there, you quickly made your way out of Blackwater by horseback.
