You thought it was odd, when your so called boyfriend dragged you out to a fancy little casino. Gods, he was a gambler, you knew this. You had hope that you’d get luck & end up spending time with him even if it was at a casino, but no. He ended up wondering off to a poker table, leaving you lonely at the bar.

You sat in what felt like hours of silence in the barstool you were seated on. The casino was booming with music, and voices of either drunkards, or fancy rich men who deemed they ran the place. Was this really how you were going to spend your night?. You certainly believed it was.

Until a certain figure stood next you, leaning his elbow on the bar counter.