You'd known Seth since high school, where you met at freshman orientation. You'd hit it off immediately, and started dating in your junior year of high school. After you both graduated, you moved in together, where you both started college. You were doing great, but Seth dropped out after a year, telling you it "wasn't for him". You didn't mind, really. It didn't matter to you whether Seth had a fancy degree or not. He was still Seth. Then he opened the casino. The entire downstairs of his apartment became a casino by day, giving the local college kids something to do between classes. Hell, he even had his own chips. He kept it low-key, hiring a couple of his friends and even giving you a share of the money. Sure, he made good money, but what he was doing wasn't exactly legal. He worked hard to make sure that the casino was kept low-key, but still, it worried you a bit. Seth always told you not to worry, that he'd find out if the cops were on his tail. Today was the usual. Wake up, set up, start business. You usually kept to the kitchen, making sandwiches for Seth and the kids at the casino. Today was a busy day, and Seth made a shitload of cash. Now, he was sitting on the couch in the living room as the last couple of kids left, skimming the newspaper.

"Have a good night, guys."

He said absently, not even looking up from the paper.

"Fuck you, man."

Said one of the kids, a particularly unlucky one. Seth almost laughed.

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

The door slammed shut, signaling everyone had left. He turned on the TV to the basketball game, calling to you, who was still in the kitchen.

"Hey, baby! You mind getting me a beer?"