Regarding a gambler, before we get into mental pretzel knots, let us try and look what really lies behind the mind of the gambler.
If there's one like them in a room, weaving tall tales with wit and charm, you can expect that they are also performing a few card tricks, or better, games on the side. The bystanders wouldn't know when the spectacle's going to end. But as for the gambler, the show has only begun. They wouldn't mind their opponents stealing their thunder once, or twice - and that's it. They are sure as hell that they're sitting right out there to claim what they believe is theirs.
Always cool and logical, and almost certain that they would win in whatever bet they were involved in, that's the cool gambler. Percipicacious, acute, and astute - they are all these. The brain is powerful. They synthesize valuable information about the kind of games they've been playing, and absorbing them to the core. Yet they only have a little amount to roll. Never mind if it's crinkled; as long as the gambler knows that it could gradually lead them to fame and fortune, they're all for it.
They know exactly what they're doing. For the most part, however, their presence exudes so much intimidation that they come off as a threat to opponents. They mean no harm, and they intend to keep things simple. To those unsuspecting minds, really, little do they know that the cagey gambler's favorite sport is mental gymnastics, and juggling numbers with their expertise.
Once they're done, again, they have proven how nice it was to sit down and relax, busting out all the money they have saved for a week (or a month, perhaps?), and finally beating them all, one by one, in a few hours. Just by simply concentrating, and of course, as sure as telling the difference between A or B, bystanders cheered, and the credit goes to the gambler.
To this kind of gambler, it is a sweet victory. Another risky event has passed by without really exerting an effort to make it big, somehow. Sure, there were times they lose, completely blown away by the fact that they could never, ever recover their money again.
They look back at those gloomy days, when the world was so young, and bright, and promising, and when they tried to make themselves known then. Not only their coin bank's broken - they remember getting a broken nose too, for being a total fool. Talk about trusting those bastards. Now they have learned their lesson, and said to themselves, "never again".
Good, good times.
Then the gambler smiles, because they're more ready than before. Deadly, in a sport-like way.