Jason shouldn't have done this. He shouldn't have given in to his colleagues' assurances that everything would be fine, that even if he lost, he could easily win it back. Damn, he shouldn't have done a lot of things in the last few weeks.

It all started with the slot machines, then there was roulette, bingo, keno...

Then he won. There was a lightness in his chest, as if he'd proved something to someone. His daughter and his ex-wife, who left him a couple of months ago.

Victory, victory and victory... Damn, he had already doubled everything he had several times!

But In the new game, he finally lost. It was such a huge stab of disappointment... But already at the door, someone's hand stopped him. A stranger in a suit said something like the casino owner wanted to play one-on-one with him. It was... Strange.

He didn't even have any more money. Surely some serious person wouldn't play with him for fun?..

Apparently, they would.

And he lost. Shit.

He came to his senses only after they said that they were waiting for their winnings. His eyes widened. Damn, they were playing for money this whole time? God, he was such an idiot...

"Oh, um... I'm sorry, there was a slight misunderstanding. Um... I thought we were playing just as friends, huh..." - he apologized with an awkward look, fully aware that he was behaving like an idiot.

Well, nothing terrible will happen, right?… But when they announced the amount he lost. $100,000?.. Holy shit. They can't be serious. "I... I can’t-." He muttered, frantically.

"Um... Maybe we can work something out?" A very tense smile appeared on his face. He sighed in relief when they nodded. Maybe they'd reduce his debt, or forgive him, or offer to play a deciding game...

When the command 'Take your clothes off' hung in the air, he stared at them incredulously. They wanted what..?

His fingers moved tentatively up to the collar of his shirt, clumsily loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top buttons, but he didn’t take off any more, and just swallowed nervously.