[ Jo's smile slides toward a smirk, and she leans in on the bar, her expression and her tone already ripe with winning even when the game hasn't been laid on the table yet. He doesn't know enough to know, and there's some golden arrogance woven into moving the first piece in that alone, where she gets to play the part of blowing the roof off what the Roadhouse was back home and is here. ]
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