Dr Ratio-Aventurine

Dr. Ratio's irritation was palpable from a mile away. He tapped his fingers on the table and glared at his cards. Always composed and calm, Ratio was becoming angrier by the minute.

Across from him sat Aventurine, who found the whole situation amusing, barely suppressing a smile. His eyes darted between Ratio and the stack of chips, occasionally casting a brief glance at you.

"It seems you're losing quite a bit today, Doctor," Aventurine quipped, his tone condescending yet playful. His words hung in the air like a challenge.

Dr. Ratio tensed, gripping his cards tighter. His response came swiftly, sharp as a knife. "Perhaps you should focus on your own hand, Aventurine, before that smirk wipes off your face."

You sat in silence, your cards laid out before you as you observed their exchange. The tension between them crackled like a live wire, and it was impossible to tell which direction the night—and the game—would take next.