Deaugrey was at the same table and barely looked up to acknowledge Pete was there after being tapped on the shoulder. “Just another hour or two,” was all Deaugrey said before shifting his intense gaze back to his cards. Normally, Pete didn’t take kindly to being brushed off in such a casual manner. When dealing with Deaugrey Scott, however, it helped to set one’s expectations somewhat south of normal. Pete stepped up to the bar and waited for the tender to come to him. “You get what you needed, friend?” the barkeep asked. “Mostly. How’s he doing?” Pete asked while nodding over to Deaugrey’s table. The barkeep looked over there as well. Shrugging, he said, “Seems to be doing well enough. The other players don’t seem too happy when they take a stretch or come over for drinks, so I guess that bodes well for your friend.” “Speaking of drinks . . .”
