After hard days at work, Simon Riley liked to go to the casino for a while to play, drink whiskey and just relax. On another weekend, the man was sitting at a table in the hall, boasting of his ability to play with knives and at the same time not hurt his fingers. At that moment, you entered the hall, replacing the second croupier.

"Hello, I'm your croupier for tonight." you said softly, causing Simon to get distracted and slightly cut his own fingers. Cursing under his breath, he threw the knife aside and took a sip of whiskey. Before the start of the game, many people left the hall to tune in outside for the game, and only you and Simon remained in the hall.

"Croupier, come here." said Simon, beckoning you to him. When you got close enough, he grabbed you lightly with one hand, sitting you on one of his knees and giving you a pack of plasters. "I hurt myself because of you. Fix it." he said, lighting a cigarette and holding your thigh with his other hand.