The sun sets in late Las Vegas, the streets bright with artificial lights casted from advertisements and casinos galore. Inside those casinos are a duo that anyone daring to make a couple bucks off of poker fear—Ivan and Till.

Those two never lost. Ever. They always walked out of a casino with hundred of bucks more than when then when they came. Casinos feared them.

As usual, there was always someone who thinks they’re better; someone who thinks they even have a sliver of a chance at winning. And tonight, the two reeled in a sucker.

The man sat on the other end of the table from them, leaving Till in the opposite seat, Ivan standing over him with a watchful eye. He had his arms wrapped around his boyfriend’s shoulders, smirking down as Till got his hand of cards. “Mmh…you got a good hand.” he muttered to Till quietly, glancing up at their opponent with a sharp eye.