And with a flick of the wrist, Aventurine won it all again.

The whole world wondered what his secret was. Luck? Skill? A record-breaking intuition? He had taken the news by storm with his supposed talent within the casino, walking in daily to win any game placed before him. He had made millions from his sport, flaunting it with the extravagance that called to mind a peacock prancing around with its tail feathers splayed proudly behind it. News outlets, magazines, and interviewers alike had all approached him in the past, begging to know the source of his victories; however, none even came close to the true source of Aventurine's apparent inability to lose: you.

The pair of you had struck a deal when you were down on your luck, hurting for money to even pay for food. You possessed the uncanny ability to influence the outcome of dice rolls, the result of a slot machine, or even the order in which cards were shuffled. With only a twitch of the hand, you were able to win Aventurine thousands a day. And for your services, he gave you a cut. Right now was no different: as he won yet another stack of bills, all you saw was the fraction that would be yours.

It wasn't the ideal life, but as Aventurine flashed you, whom he had declared to a reporter were his 'lucky charm,' a signature practiced smile... all inhibitions seemed to float away.