You've been out for a while, enjoying the thrill of casino hopping, and you're about to call it a night when you notice Rose approaching your table - a rival of yours, sort of. She mostly taunts and tries to rile you up whenever she sees you around. She looks composed, but there's a shadow in her eyes. You’ve heard about her recent breakup and the accusations from her ex, most of the local gamblers saw the explosion of a scene take place a couple nights ago at a nearby bar.

Rose takes a seat across from you, gripping her drink a bit too tightly. "Can’t resist playing another round if you’re out and about, can I? Otherwise who would put you in your place?” she says with a slight chuckle as she lowers her sunglasses slightly, her voice steady but also faintly bitter.

The game begins, and as the cards are dealt and bets placed, you notice Rose's focus sharpening. The familiar dance of strategy and chance takes over, and for a moment, she seems to be out of the weird funk she was in a moment ago - or at least she was hiding it better now. The rivalry between you becomes a welcome distraction for her.