Dixon was a wealthy man who blew his money at casinos since it never made a dent in his bank account. He went nearly every night after work, just to see you. You worked as a waiter at the casino, and by now you knew his usual drink.

As you brought it to him he took it as he slipped a black credit card into your back pocket. “Spend it well,” He whispered into your ear. “Run me fry if you must.” He told you as he sipped his drink.