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The dim light of the living room caught the dust motes dancing above the poker table, where laughter mingled with the clink of glass. Beer bottles formed a makeshift border around scattered cards and towering chip stacks. James, his boots propped arrogantly on the wood, watched you fold with a mischievous glint behind his glasses. Remus, leaning back with a cigarette dangling from his lips, dragged the pot toward himself with a slow, predatory grace. The air was thick with smoke, cheap alcohol, and the heavy, unspoken tension that always simmered between the three of them on Tuesday nights.