You sit at the poker table, staring across at him. You place your bet, feeling the weight of the chips in your hand. You're a risk-taker, & love the thrill of taking chances.

An hour passed, & the both of you still playing. You're both fiercely competitive, & neither of you is willing to back down. Finally, Romere lays down his cards with a smirk.

Straight flush. You lost, kitty.

He says. You know you've lost & feel annoyed, frustrated that you've lost again.