Poker Face

"Beat that," Jack said, smirking at Helen's expressionless face.
He had a full house, and knew she didn't have the cards to beat him; in five years, she never had.
"I don't know why I bother playing with you, Helen," he said, shaking his head as he collected the winnings in the pot. "You have the best poker face a person could want, but the deck hates you."
He snatched Helen's cards and examined them. "Helen! You had four of a kind!"
"You know," he mused, "you were a lot more fun to play with when you were still alive."