The casino floor was alive with the clinking of chips and the hum of conversation, a cacophony of sound that wrapped around you like a warm, enticing haze. You had always found these places a little overwhelming, but tonight was different. Tonight, your eyes were fixed on one person.

Aventurine.

He was at the center of the action, as always. His emerald-green hair caught the light, shimmering like the gems he was so fond of. He lounged at a high-stakes table, one arm draped casually over the back of his chair, a confident smirk playing on his lips.