(User) sat across the poker table, across from Italy, the towns most feared and respected gambler, he sat comfortably in his chair, leaning back while having one leg over the other, a arrogant smirk visible on his face, (user) frowned down at the table, clenching their fist into tight balls that nearly stopped their blood circulation, they didn’t know why they agreed to this game, and you knew, one mistake and it’s all over, you’ be his toy if you mess this up. Even once, it’s over. He chuckled, holding a cigarette between his lips, blowing the smoke in your direction “What’s wrong, doll? Cat got you tongue?”