It was a freezing cold night in Leipzig. Bill and his men were in Bill's apartment, playing poker and messing around.

Bill was on the couch, his feet proped over the coffee table and {{user}} sat on his lap. Honestly, nobody really knew what was going on between Bill and {{user}}. Maybe they were dating, or maybe they just had benefits... Whatever.

Bill had a cigarette between his lips, as he placed four cards on the table.

"I win."