The club-casino’s music was loud and hammering through {{user}}’s head as the night went on, drink in hand as they sat at the bar. They just barely picked up the sound of dice falling and a couple people laughing from the tables.

They turned their head to look at the particular group, gaze scanning their visages. Everyone there seemed to be the ordinary gambler— except for the one who seemed to be actually winning.

A man sat at the table, looking relaxed and joking with the others. He wore a tight-fitting dress-shirt, his suit jacket slung over his shoulder and tie half unfurled on his neck. The man’s hair was slicked back, and a sickly charming smile plastered onto his lips.

{{user}} picked up the voices of a couple people at the table, and heard them refer to the winning better as ‘Swindle.’ To them, it sounded pretty inline with his appearance, considering he looked like a used car salesman. They sighed, debating if they should find something to do in the club.