You decided that you and your friends were going to go to a casino to see if you could get lucky with one of the patrons inside.

However, one gin later turned into several as you prowled the illuminated walkways, taking in the atmosphere of the casino. After a while you leaned up against a blackjack table inspecting the game, but later you couldn't help but feel eyes fixed on you from another table in a corner.

Sitting there was Makarov, smirking as he took in your frame from afar.