Jake is, despite his tendencies and flighty nature, a fairly decent card player. Mostly because there's no artifice and few tells. Or if he has them, there's just so many of them that it would take a long time to read most of them, and maybe even Cougar doesn't know all of them.

Jake mostly just pushes on, hoping and sometimes finding himself fairly lucky.

Not that he really has been tonight given that he's down to his socks, a pair of boxers with red hearts all over them, and a pirate hat. Yep, a pirate hat. He'd put it on at the least minute, if only to give himself one more layer, and apparently it's a good idea given how far down he is.

He plays on though, eyes narrowing as he cants his head, staring at someone with a curious expression.

"So what? Do you do this professional back home?"