Opus III

He stood up from the seat he had been sitting in for the past three hours. Luck had been a very kind lady to him that night but his time was due and he decided that he should leave the house with some of its money rather than all of his. John wasn’t the greatest of players, but he did know when to bet high and when to duck out of a bad hand, that was where the skill came in, not in which cards you held, or at least that’s what he had been told. “Well boys, I think I’m done for the night,” John said, looking at the dealer first then each other player at the table. His look was deliberate-- in depth at each person, he didn’t spend more time looking at one person more than another, it was almost robotic. While he was playing he had taken note of everything about each of the men from the make of their clothes to the color of their hair to the type of drink they were quaffing. For example, he knew that the shorter, brown haired man on his left was wearing a blue pinstriped suit made by Heath Brother’s London, a nice company but not the top of the line. He enjoyed to talk about his new wife and his ex-wife with whom he had just ended a five year long divorce process, he was celebrating by spending some of the money he was about to lose in alimony. The man, named James Stanton, was approximately five foot eight, possibly taller, worked in the luxury goods business, buying things such as pearls, diamonds and other luxuries from wholesalers and turning them around to sell them to retailers for about twice the price. Stanton had said little of this on his own, John had either dragged it out of each one of them or simply could tell by the actions they had made. He could tell a lot about a person simply by the way they held their car...

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...g for the job that he had considering, many times he needed to act much weaker and less adept at defense than he actually was. According to some random cosmetics company, his skin color was considered beige ivory, not to be confused with ivory, or beige, needless to say, he wasn’t tan nor was he pasty. The skin color that he had allowed him to portray a wide variety of personages ranging from a pale Scandinavian to a convincing looking Colombian drug lord. His brown hair was always kept short and clean looking so as to aid him in the ability to wear wigs which he had to on many occasions. Unfortunately, the main problem that he faced in his appearance was his eyes. Unlike the easily disguised blue eyes of his father, Ted’s eyes were brown, a very soft brown, but still brown. He also didn’t and couldn’t stand wearing contacts making his eye color fairly constant.