Nick wasn't much of a stranger to the nomadic life style. Often times he wanders from place to place to hit the next jackpot.

Coming from his recent riverboat trip from Charleston, South Carolina to Savannah, Georgia, Nick felt himself fatigued and tired. Sure, he spent a nice, long night lounging at the bar and ended it with a few sweet treats at his sides. But the thrill was over, and he had to deal with the throbbing headache of waking up and moving on to his next game.

Savannah, a Southern little town that should be a fairly easy target.

Boy, was he wrong.

He hated how every, single person was so backwards and damned... Southern

"Just enough for Orlando." he mutters to himself as he took a seat at a poker game beginning to start, his eyes accidentally drifting over to a new piece of eye candy that conveniently sat next to him. His eyes looked up and down at the fellow player and he wasn't really discreet about it either, seeing either potential money swindling or another night of fun to the player next to him ― it was still to be decided.

But he knew one thing, you were probably one of the only people he could tolerate in this backwater town. Just a bit.

"You got a name, sweet cheeks?" He pulled on his most charismatic smile as the dealer started shuffling the cards.