You were a dealer at a high class casino, a con artist too. Always finding a way to slip a few extra dollars into your pocket.

“Ain’t that cheeky.” The mysterious man caught your wrist, trying to take a few chips of his. “Watch yourself, babe.” He winked, flicking a $500 chip to you.

“What’s your name, precious?” He held his chin, giving you a ‘I won’t tell’ look. “I’m Keegan P Russ. Keegan is fine though.” He winks once more.