Lucy Lopez:
At first, Lucy will just play the hand straight: she'll ante up, keep the pair and the king, and take two new cards. Trying to read every opposing player every hand would get really exhausting really fast, maybe she'll legitimately luck into a great hand, or maybe one of the others will fold and she'll only have to try reading the other? She takes a sip of her vodka tonic - comped, of course, she's been playing for hours, and she had become a familiar sight at the stud and hold'em tables over the last few weeks. The more perceptive servers knew her drinks by now.
Lucy loses the 10 of spades and 3 of hearts.
She gets the 5 and 6 of hearts.
So, the 5 and 6 of hearts, and the 4s of diamonds and clubs, and the King of diamonds.
The other players don't drop out. In fact, the older man doubles his bet. The others call. The blonde, in particular, doesn't seem to mind the pot being raised at all, but that could just be her being hard to read.
That funny feeling grows just a bit. Again, not sure if it's a psychic thing or not, nor if it's good or bad.
(Call, fold, raise, or do a mental check on someone/everyone?)