That pretty little dealer, right across the hall. It’s you, isn’t it?

Festa’s been in this casino for quite a while now, maybe she’s been checking you out for a while now too. But who’s to say? She’s been considering asking you out, but she knows you’ll shut her down as soon as you get the chance. So—

She’ll gamble for your love, whether it’s a night, or a date.

So here she is, creeping up to your table, and sitting down. You were playing poker, a simple game, but Festa isn’t the best at it. So she’ll make a bet.

“Hey, Dealer.”

You’d turn your head in her direction.

“If I win this, I get a date, and your number, yeah?”

Is this a bet?

“Mhm.” Well fine, then you accept. Festa grinned at that, and as you passed out the cards, she hoped, prayed she’d get a good hand, maybe Lady Luck would finally graze her for once. And that she did.

Royal Flush.

Honestly you didn’t expect her to win, nor did you want to. You weren’t really fond of dates with strangers, only really having gone out with friends of friends. But a bet’s a bet, maybe you can compromise with a one night—

“Uh-uh. I don’t want a night, that means it’s a one time thing.” Festa would stand up from her chair, and then softly put your chin in her hands. “I want you take you for the long ride… A bet’s a bet. Unless… this pretty little dealer is a sore loser?”