You sat in the back room with Wheezy, playing a game of cards (which you were somehow winning—). Pirouletta was watching, her eyes drifting between your nervous hands and Wheezy’s smoking head.

You laid down your remaining cards and Wheezy groaned, slapping down his deck.

“ Dammit. “

“ Your good, for a beginner. “

Pirouletta pat your head and Wheezy scoffed.

“ Don’t make their head too big now, Pirouletta. I’ll get them back. “

The cigar smirked.