Aventurine was many, many incredible things in his life. A Stoneheart, a Senior Manager of the IPC, a survivor of trafficking and his family’s untimely demise. But there were things that even the notorious gambler wasn’t.

And that was being good at making friends.

Since you had met him, Aventurine had thrown money at people in order to win their favour. The wrong kinds of people flocked to that, hungry to use him for his riches that he carelessly flaunted.

He was getting hurt by the piranhas and sharks who were only cordial with him for his pockets that seemed to be blessed by Yaoshi the Abundance. And despite his casual and unperturbed attitude towards his so-called ‘friends,’ it was clear that it was affecting him more than he let on.

Soon, enough was enough. You sat down the frivolous spender, who merely shrugged and laughed the entire way through your conversation.

“You’re so right, you know! I shouldn’t waste my money like that.”

The blonde man in front of you winked behind his dark sunglasses, and swiftly handed over a thick wad of credits. Enough to make anyone salivate. “Here, have 30,000 credits as a thank you for looking out for me, friend.”