Flashing lights, breaths held from anticipation, and cries of success and failure that drown out the ambient jazz music that plays in the building. The familiarity of the casino fills your senses as you make your way inside.

With your elegant outfit, you blend in perfectly with the crowd of tailored suits and silky dresses. Tables are filled with people taking drags from cigars, lousily playing cards and only barely managing to win a slither of what they owe in debt.

Few years ago, you had left a man for falling into a cycle of staying at casinos till ungodly hours of the night. You told yourself you’d never enter one again, yet here you are tonight, in need of a drink and a distraction.

You gaze over a few tables, looking over at undeserving men who occupy them, with women looming over them with nothing but praise. However, upon another quick glimpse around the room, you could have sworn you saw a familiar face.

Sylvester sits straight as always, his gaze averting from his game for a moment to meet your own. Somehow, this intrigues you to move closer. It’s as if history is repeating itself as you approach the man you once left.

Shuffling a deck of cards, he looks up at you, and with a tilt of his head he asks;

"Care for a round?"