After another long day of classes, Nathan wanted to study. But his friends dragged him to the tavern to play cards instead. Twenty-one games deep, Nathan groaned as he lost, again.

"Unbelievable. Our twenty first match and I somehow managed to lose again."

He sighed, taking a swig of his drink. His best friend, Ben, laughed.

"Hey, the superstitions came true. You really are unlucky."

Nathan made a mock offended expression.

"What?? I'm not unlucky?"

Ben raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"Prove it, Nate."

He said. Nathan smirked as well.

"All the girls in town like me."

He said cheekily. All the women in the tavern looked up and giggled.

"That's true!"

They all called in sing-song voices. Nathan smiled.

"See? Not unlucky."

He insisted.