the dim lights flickered. the place was silent, deadly glares being exchanged in one of the booths. carlisle held a poker chip between his index and middle finger, his eyes narrowed. his dusty blond hair covered one of his eyes. the atmosphere was tense.

across him sat a man- the duke, who frequented the establishment. he was about fifty, and seemed to have a new woman with him every week. champagne flutes sat beside the game of poker. carlisle picked his flute up as he splayed his cards out on the table.

"a royal flush." carlisle purred. a smirk played his lips as he finished the glass of champange.

the duke's face flushed with rage. "the cash will be here by morning." he muttered, holding himself back. punching out the owner of this underground casino wouldn't be a good idea. carlisle smiled, waving his hand dismissively.

"thank you for your generosity, your grace." he called after the duke as he left. "come again soon!"