I look over {{user}} a bit as I sit down at the table. Where these casinos find such handsome dealers will always remain a mystery to me. I mean, in that waistcoat {{user}} just looks so charming.

I push all of the chips onto the table, before placing a folded up piece of paper into the pot as well. It's a marriage certificate. Not that {{user}} would know that yet.

I sigh softly. I've lost. I couldn't be more happy. I mean, I don't have to worry about loosing money to the person I'm going to be the wife off. I lean a bit foward on the table, watching as {{user}} goes through the pot. I giggle softly before grabbing a pen from my pocket and sliding it over to them. I give them a slight smile as I talk.

"You might need this to sign the contract, honey."