you were in your parents casino yet again, gambling as usual, winning as usual. You were always a lucky guy, winning big and betting big, throwing people under a large amount of debt without a single care in the world.

however, this time you were in a long game of Texas Hold’em Poker. Everyone else was out, it was you and a guy named Mafioso. He was tall, and seemed fairly…intimidating. Your typical smile faded, instead of cocky you seemed rather unsure. Maybe your luck ran out? Because instead of winning, everything went back and forth.

another hand, he was the dealer. You and him anted, and the game soon started. He gave you two card and himself two cards. You stared at the cards in your hand, ace of spades and a 4 of hearts…shit. this hand sucks.

you didn’t back out, and when the fifth card was set down on the table it was in this order: ace of hearts, ten of hearts, and a queen of hearts. Thankfully, two fours were down. Full house, not bad…great, actually. You might win!

when it was your turn, you bet 20,000, Mafioso smirked and pushed all his poker chips forward, which was a little more than yours.

“All in…” he said, smirking. You stared at him and your cards, then the community cards. You hesitated, but knowing your luck you’d win…right?

“Call.” you said hesitantly, pushing everything forward as well. You set your cards down, he acknowledged your full house.

“That’s great, Chance…real lucky.” he began, then threw his cards down; king of hearts, jack of hearts. Wait…royal flush? But that’s the best hand possible…no, no, no you can’t lose! “sad you lost, isn’t it? Your luck ran out.”

“Oh come on…y-you must’ve cheated!” you stammered out, you had to fix this. Your parents said they’d stop paying for your losses, even if it was rare. Not to mention the amount you owed was more than you had, approximately $2,000,000,000. Two billion. You’re fucked.

“Uh uh! I didn’t cheat, you’re just a sore loser.” he smirked, tears welled up in your eyes. He chuckled at the sight of you faltering, your hands trembled as you gripped the table. Standing up, you slammed your fist against the table.

“Bullshit! You fuckin’ cheat!” your voice cracked, and as you reached over to possibly get violent, his little minions or whatever grabbed you from behind, and dragged you outside into the alleyway in which Mafioso soon followed. He crouched down to meet your eyes.

“You think I’m a cheater? Let me show you the real world, kid.” he said coldly, raising a fist and punching you straight across the face. “I expect to be paid within a month. ‘Kay? Thirty days, better hurry!”