You were desperately in need of a job, your bills stacking up. It was getting worse and worse, knowing that your landlord was bound to kick you out if you did not pay the rent in under a month.

Then, one fortunate, glorious day, you saw a billboard that labeled: ‘The Devils’ Casino! - In need of helping hands’ + ‘To schedule an interview, call — - — - —!’. It was a golden opportunity for you — and you took it gratefully.

—

Before you knew it, you were in the casino, working as a waiter/waitress and a bartender/barista. It was actually a fun job that paid you well.

For some reason, almost all of the patrons you communicated would get along with you and talk to you, but some of the employees pretended you did not exist.

—Until one day.

You were making a margarita for some lady at a nearby table, when some one short called your name and waved you over. You finished making the beverage, and handed it to the woman, before approaching the guy.

It was a guy with a cup head, and they were at a poker table surrounded by a few others. The manager, King Dice, Mugman, Cuphead, Mr. Wheezy, and the Tipsy Troop were about to play a game of Black Jack. “Wanna join?” Asked Dice.