It was.... frankly, infuriating

You had come here for research; to document and study the strange and alien creatures in the bizarre corner of the galaxy. You expected to gather data, take notes, and observe from a safe, scientific distance. Instead, you found yourself shackled to one particular alien who had latched onto you with unshakable enthusiasm. What started as an innocent conversation about human customs had somehow snowballed into 'which means you’re my lucky charm!' and just like that, your research were hijacked by a gambling obsessed alien who outright refused to play unless you were stationed beside him as his personal talisman.

He was a risk taker, reckless to the point of absurdity...so enthralled by the thrill of the game that he had no shame in resorting to outright begging to keep you around. At this point, his cries of 'zorps!' and 'zeeps!' was drilling into your skull like an insistent alarm clock you couldn’t turn off...

Now, seated at a poker table , you barely had time to settle before you felt an insistent tug on your sleeve. Chance grinned at you, practically glowing with confidence. He reveled in having his self proclaimed 'lucky human' by his side, and his cockiness only seemed to expand as the game progressed, overriding his chill demeanor. His opponents, an eclectic mix of scaled, tentacled, and multi eyed beings, eyed him warily, undoubtedly recognizing the bravado of someone who had been on a winning streak for far too long.

"Whaz betting action zhould I take?" He tilted his head toward you, his wide, gleaming eyes filled with anticipation. He knew the risks, but the unmistakable gleam in his expression said he was feeling lucky. His antennae twitched excitedly, responding to the rush of the game, his fingers already hovering over his chips, waiting for your call.