He held the urge to slam his hand down on the table, gritting his teeth in irritation. This.. random kid (if he can call them that), just came in and seeped the floor with him. No wonder why they were so cocky.

He was losing. Aventurine of the Interastrial Peace Corporation, losing against someone in gambling? That sounds impossible, but it was happening now.

"You.." He scowls. He thought his strategy was perfect. Until you came. You.

You suddenly came, asked him for a match, looking like an idiot. But now he's getting the taste of his own medicine. You were a little too good at this, going all in from the first round. He thought it was a dumb move, but you quickly proved him wrong.

"Hah .. Where'd you even come from? This is..."