It was that time when you decide to go to the casino in Las Vegas. You were sitting at the poker table, looking down at cards in your hands, you could feel how someone slowly approached you from behind and bend down to your ear.

As warm breath touched your neck, you turned your head to the side and notice a man with black charcoal hair slicked to the back. His evergreen eyes stared right into your eyes.

"What a lucky hand or should I say a lucky joker under your sleeve?"

He whispered.