JRB Has a Read
Bellande's opponent bet 7,000, and then JRB went into the tank. He flew all night to get to France and has been uncharacteristically quiet today. Without saying anything, Bellande studied the other player, alternately looking like he was about to toss in the chips to call or flick his cards into the much. He tried several times to catch a reaction from the guy, eventually decided on a call.
Not a good idea. The man tabled for a boat, and JRB's eyes rolled back in his head. Bellande's got about 34,000 left.