Magic

It was over. He had this one in the bag for sure this time. The basement of the Borscht Bowl Club was cool yet Apollo was still sweating bullets. He had lost every hand thus far and was down to nothing but his boxers and bracelet. He had to win this hand. He glanced across the table at his opponent and smiled nervously. Apollo glanced over at Trucy and signaled that he didn't need anymore cards. He cast a swift glance back down at his hand just to be sure he wasn't dreaming. He grinned in spite of himself because he knew that there was no way his opponent was going to beat him this time. When he looked back up, Trucy was dealing out a few cards to his rival at the opposite end of the table. The face behind the cards a blank mask and unreadable. It unsettled Apollo to see the man so smug and calm.

"You fold?" he asked expectantly.

"Not a chance." came the reply. Apollo swallowed hard. Was this some ruse by this poker master to try and get him to fold? Apollo shook his head indicating that he too was not going to fold. Phoenix Wright spread his hand across the table in front of him, a Full House. Apollo whooped with joy and spread his own hand.

"Read em and weep!" he cried ecstatically revealing a Royal Flush. He jumped up from the table dancing in celebration of having finally defeated the unbeatable Phoenix Wright.

"Well played." Wright conceded giving Trucy an inconspicuous wink. He knew that she had purposely dealt the young defense attorney the rare hand and it amused him greatly. "You've won. What will you take?"

Apollo ceased his victory dance and turned to Phoenix eying the baby blue beanie atop his spiked head. A wide grin split his face and he stuck out his hand.