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ANGELA BASSETT
on Celebrity Poker Showdown, Tournament 4, Game 5 (November 7, 2004)
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Bianca 👑 Montez 👑 Big E 👑
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So I was thinking about Gale and the Yawning Portal last night, b/c why not, and I wanted to run some headcanons by you:
-- The Portal is basically Gale's neighborhood pub/bar (he is such an utter townie, I love it), and when he acquires his own tower he makes sure it's easy to get from there to the Portal. (I headcanon his tower as being in the very south of Castle Ward, just a few blocks from the Portal and a ton of other magical/arcane points of interest.) When it's only him, he'll go for a pint or to play cards, or sometimes just to nurse a drink read and the bartenders and regulars know when he wants to talk and be part of the action and when he wants to be left alone. You definitely know when Gale wants to be left alone.
-- We know he's been going there since his apprentice days at Blackstaff. My headcanon is that the Portal is where he learned Three Dragon Ante along with some of the kinds of magic they frown on at the Academy.
-- He's a very good poker player--illusion master, after all--and he's even won tournaments, much to Tara's vocal dismay and secret pride. After the events of BG3 he has a group of friends and rotating adventurers he plays with once a week. They have their own table.
-- He is stupidly proud and happy when he introduces Tav to his Portal friends, whether as his partner or his friend. His Portal friends are intrigued but don't fall all over themselves about the hero who saved Baldur's Gate. (They don't fall over themselves for anyone, including Gale.)
-- The Portal is also where he learned to drink, the good expensive stuff as well as the cheap swill you buy when you want to get drunk for as cheaply as possible.
-- hemighthavelosthisvirginitytheretoobuti'mnotsure
-- He's met Tenebrux Marrow, who lives in a room at the Portal, and reading her books is one of the things that fuels the wanderlust/desire to explore that's always at odds with his love of Waterdeep.
-- Most people would think he likes the Portal because of the entrance to the riches, adventures, and arcane mysteries of the Undermountain, and while all that is nice it's not the real ireason.
-- Real reason: It's one of the few places he can be just Gale, because no one there cares about Mystra's Chosen this and greatest wizard since whoever that. He can't really articulate it at the time, or even really acknowledge it, but at the Portal he can be without pressure or expectation or any of it.
So yes those are my thoughts! They've been building up for a while in case you can't tell.
Gods, these are all so good! 🙌🏻
I feel ever so honoured whenever someone actively asks for my humble opinion on their headcanons (horny or otherwise). It makes me sound like I’m some kind of Gale HC authority, which I’m totally not 😂
My two cents, if I may:
Gale is a bit of a lad. Yes, he is a serious wizard and a very serious academic and an even more serious lover, but as soon as he is with his friends he is not afraid to let his hair down and make a fool of himself. He is the one telling the lewdest stories, the one to challenge his mates to drinking games, the first one to get stupidly loud as soon as the alcohol fumes get to him.
But he is also the first one to rush to defend the poor barmaid who gets harassed by a tipsy patron (whom he threatens to incinerate). He is the one who generously buys drinks for everyone, whether there is reason to celebrate or not. The one who helps staff tuck away the chairs at the end of the night.
He for sure lost his virginity in one of the rooms upstairs (tipsy enough to feel comfortable undressing in front of them, sober enough to remember every little moment of it). He still remembers it with an equal measure of fondness and embarrassment every time he walks by. He had been so inexperienced then, fumbling his way through things and talking way too bloody much. He may have read an inordinate amount of books on the subject, but all knowledge evaporated from his brain the moment things started getting heated.
He has a favourite spot where he goes and sit when he is alone. Secluded enough that no one can see him if he doesn’t want to be bothered, but not enough that he cannot see what goes on everywhere else around him. He sometimes sits there for hours just observing people, revelling in the messy humanity of it all. There was a time when his own humanity and - by extension - everyone else’s bothered him, but not anymore. He has learned to appreciate it, and now he can’t get enough.
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April 28, 2019
Clementine was leaning up against a wall around her IIHF U18 Team having completed the tournament early in the day and they were all hanging out in a empty hotel room, some playing cards or poker, some all huddling with their phones, a few half asleep on the floor, and some just talking and eating.
Clementine was leaning against the wall looking out the window showing the city of Sweden, she tensed as she felt an arm wrap around her shoulder before she smelt the cologne and slightly relaxed.
“Well hello gorgeous.” Braden Schneider greeted her with his flirty smirk.
“Schneider.” Clementine deadpanned, she has known him for a few years now, playing him multiple times a year in the WHL and being teammates for Team Canada and they have the same NHL draft class.
“Aww, no smile for me.” Braden sadly pouted poking at her cheek making her bit her lip to stop her smile hating how he has grown on her over the years, “I saw that.” He smugly grinned at his favorite girl.
“Shut up.” Clementine grumbled crossing her arms over her chest but not moving away from his arm.
“Never.” Braden promised with a smile looking around before discreetly pressing a quick kiss to her cheek, “I will see you later Clemsy.” Braden winked at her and is the only one to call her that.
Clementine cursed in her mind as she felt her cheeks grow hot.
Jamie Drysdale happened to see the interaction between his two teammates and walked over giving his friend a look.
“James don’t.” Clementine gave him a stern look back. Clementine and Jamie had quickly become quick friends within the first time they met and they seemed to just click.
“I wasn’t going to.” Jamie innocently smiled holding his hands up in defense.
“Mhm.” Clementine hummed not believing a word he said, knowing Jamie is very sweet but also looks very innocent meaning he easily gets away with anything.
October 6, 2020
Clementine was watching the rest of the draft after getting drafted number one to the New Jersey Devils.
She sat on the couch watching it with Connor as the rest of her family was outside celebrating still.
“The New York Rangers are proudly to select Braden Schneider.”
Clementine perked up slightly at the name and clapped with a small smile getting a teasing look from her younger brother which she ignored.
She pulled up her phone pulling up her texts with Braden, “Looks like we are rivals again.” She texted and shut off her phone letting out a chuckle at the coincidence.
The two having been rivals the last three seasons and now they are drafted to the two teams that have one of the biggest rivals in the NHL.
“It’s fate Clemsy :).” Braden texted back the second he had a free second and smiled at Clementine texting him.
Connor made kissing sounds seeing his sister smiling at her phone, Clementine elbowed him giving him a look, “Do not be a brat.”
Connor just smiled shaking his head.
December 19, 2020
Clementine put her hotel key against the door for her hotel room for the WJC and walked into the room and saw the bathroom light on and door closed and knew it was her roommate, she didn’t know who it would be but she only had a few people that rooms with her so she didn’t bother to find out exactly who it was.
She set her bags down on the floor next to the empty bed not hearing the bathroom door open and someone walk up behind her only when she felt arms wrap around her waist to spin her around.
She froze for a second before hearing an all familiar laugh and she relaxed into the backwards hug as he spun them around before setting her back down on the ground.
Clementine spun around turning to face Braden who was staring at her with a smile across his face, she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him into a hug.
Braden smiled wider and hugged her tightly back.
The two started getting closer or rather Clementine started accepting her feelings for him and over the last nine months of being in quarantine they have facetimed and texted a lot and got a lot closer than they already were.
“Hi.” Braden whispered cupping her face, looking at her with a fond smile.
“Hi.” Clementine whispered back with a smile before she bit her lip and leaned up on her toes pressing her lips to his, Braden hand moved down to the lower of her back pulling her closer to him.
“Took you long enough.” Braden teased panting slightly as they pulled back.
“Shut up.” Clementine fondly rolled eyes whispering against his lips.
“Gladly.” Braden whispered before pressing his lips back against hers.
November 23, 2021
Clementine and Braden officially got together after they saw each other again at the WJC at the end of 2020 and their families weren’t surprised when they finally got together, they both kept their relationship private only family and some friends knowing not wanting anyone in their private life.
They loved being in a relationship and the two just fit each other so well, especially as Braden just seemed to bring out a more silly side of Clementine and they both experienced their first relationship.
But it was difficult, Clementine being in the NHL and having her rookie year and living in New Jersey and Braden switching between the AHL and WHL never having any time to see each other besides in the summer and they both knew it couldn’t work out forever.
He came to visit her for a few days having gotten a few days off and luckily so did Clementine.
Clementine rested her arm againt his bare arm laying in silence covered by a silk sheet feeling the slight cool chill in the room, Braden fingers were tracing her spine.
“I’m sorry.” Clementine whispered, she wanted a relationship to work with Braden, she really did. He was her first in a lot and she never regretted anything but she regretted how they just seemed to not be able to work out and how it just wasn’t easy.
“I’m sorry too Clemsy.” Braden kissed the top of her head, not only was she someone he had fallen in love with but she had become his best friend over the years and he hated that no matter how hard they tried they knew it wouldn’t work out between them.
They both deserved an amazing relationship and be treated the way they deserved and being in a long distance relationship and having schedules that don’t aline made it very difficult for that to happen.
“You are so gorgeous and i was lucky to be able to love you and to get the chance to be loved by you. You’re gonna find someone that it’s just easy with.” Braden held her face in his hands memorizing everything up close in case he never gets the chance again.
“And you are a totally asshole but you’re kind and funny and seem to light up a room no matter what, anyone will be luckily to have you B.” Clementine whispered back giving him a small sad smile and resting her forehead against his. Braden let out a small sad laugh.
They knew in another life they would’ve of worked out.
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Crutches and Crushes
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Chapter Three of the Through the Scope series | Chapter Four
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 4.9K
TW: Unhealthy relationship and mentions of cocaine
Chapter Overview: You run into Frankie while you are out shopping.
Notes: Hey everyone ! I love that I'm still going to say no set posting schedule even though I have been consistent in my posting schedule. I just don't want to give a day and then miss it and blah blah blah. ANYWAY I'm absolutely beside myself that people wanted to be on the tag list for this series (i could cry) so thank you to the people that are investing time into this just like me (: my asks are always open if you want to chat about this series in particular or literally anything else !! happy reading <3
*no use of y/n & female presenting reader*
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With a whole week of work at Brass Knuckles now officially under your belt, your dad wanted to celebrate. He called you and asked if you would come and eat lunch with him on Sunday afternoon. You knew that this meant you would be the one selected to go pick up and pay for lunch at some restaurant, but it was the fact that he remembered in the first place. Your dad was the kind of man that remembered globally recognized celebratory events: Christmas, Valentine’s Day, and Thanksgiving. However, he struggled a bit with remembering ones that hit closer to home: your birthday, his own wedding anniversary, and any school function you had. You knew that he never did this with any malice or bad intentions, that wasn’t in his nature, but that didn’t ever numb the pain when it inevitably happened. 
“Did you really have to get me a salad?” 
You already knew that he was going to ask this. “Yes, I did.”
“Well could you have at least ordered me one that is topped with fried chicken and not this skinless bitch chicken.”
“Fried meats are one of the main foods that you have to avoid because of your diabetes,” You narrow your eyes at him. “So eat your ‘bitch chicken’ and be happy.”
“You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry, Sweet Pea. Thank you for bringing the food and for putting up with me.” 
“Of course, dad, but speaking of putting up with you…how has your physical therapy been going with Miss. Maggie?”
“I have my good days and my bad days. I actually managed to hold myself up on the uhh…what’s that thing called again? The one that has those horizontal poles on either side of me?”
“The parallel bars?”
“Yeah!” He snaps his fingers together. “I managed to hold myself up on the parallel bars, but I used all my strength focusing on not falling over which meant that I didn’t have much left in me when it came time to try taking a step.”
“I’m still really proud of you! Doing everything that you’re doing isn’t easy. All that anyone can ask is that you take it day by day and to try your best.”
“When did you grow up and get so smart?” His voice sounds airy. 
“When you blinked.”
“Is that so? Okay, smarty pants, what’s the first thing that I’m going to do when I can walk on my own again?”
You lean back in your seat and ponder his question. It wouldn’t have anything to do with playing cards, since he has that poker tournament every Sunday evening. It wouldn’t be going on a date, although you suspect he might have a little thing for Miss. Maggie. As you rack your brain for the answer a car fires up its engine in the retirement home parking lot. Got it.
“The first thing that you’re going to do when you can walk on your own is go to a car show. Then after you’re done, you’ll probably go get the greasiest burger you can get your hands on just to spite me.” 
“Fuckin’ hell. You got me all figured out.” 
“How about this? We go to the car show together, but skip the burgers.”
“Or we go to the car show together, skip the burgers, and get a basket of fries instead?”
You know when you're in the middle of a losing argument. A frustrated sigh comes from you as you nod your head at his counter-proposal. 
“Deal, dad.” 
***
You should have known this was a bad idea. You should have turned your car around the moment you saw how packed the parking lot was. Days like today were the reason why online shopping and curbside delivery were invented. Unfortunately for you, you had no better way to spend the afternoon of your day off than braving the hectic crowds of IKEA. Your desperate need for items inside the store outweighed your hesitation to go inside. You have only just grabbed a basket when your phone starts ringing.
“Thank fucking god you called, Robbie. I just got into IKEA and I need someone to talk to so I don’t get completely overwhelmed here.” 
You spend the next 45 minutes wandering in and out of different furniture sections while filling Robbie in about your new job and friends. You tell her about Benny and how he has become your closest friend so far down here. She audibly gags when you mention Brunson and how he acted when you first met him. Although you reassure her that Benny stepped in and shut him down, she still has a few choice words that you hope the family standing next to you can’t hear through the phone. 
By the time you finally bring up Will, Pope, and Frankie your basket is quite full. You found all the kitchenware you needed: pots and pans, cups, plates, bowls, utensils, etc. Then for your room you got a nightstand, a dresser drawer, a lamp, decorative throw pillows, and a full length mirror to hang on your closet door. You wrote down the item numbers for some of the items that are too big to cart around, kitchen table and chairs and a couch, so you could order them on a later date. 
“So, Santiago is Pope, Will is Ironhead, Frankie is Catfish, and Benny is…just Benny?” 
“It’s weird, I know.” You laugh. “They’re all really sweet, but Frankie is by far the most attractive one in the group.” 
“What did I fucking say?! I knew that you would have better luck finding a boyfriend in Florida than back home!”
“He’s not my boyfriend! I just think he’s cute, damn!”
“Tell me about him! I need a good mental image.”
“He’s a few inches taller than me, maybe 5’11? His hair curls at the end and is this beautiful brown which matches his eyes. Broad, and I mean broad, shoulders.” Robbie squeals on the other end of the phone. “Big nose and probably 10-15 years older than me?”
“I told you that you like ‘em older.”
You playfully roll your eyes at her comment as you walk into the section of the store that carries the bed frames.
“But I think you would really like Will. He’s tall, ruggedly handsome, has a sexy southern accent, and seems really smart.”
She’s quiet on the other end of the phone while you explain more about him to her. You love Robbie, but the men that she has dated in the past couldn’t match her on any level. She needed a partner that could challenge her intellectually and push her out of her comfort zone. Will is the kind of man that could do that for her. 
“Basically, what I’m trying to tell you is that you should date men that are actually men.”
“Well, it looks like I’ll have some homework to do when I come down next month for spring break.”
“Just give him a chance, that’s all I’m asking. Hey, I should probably go. I’ve already been here way longer than I intended and if I keep talking to you there's no telling when I’ll finish.” 
The two of you make plans to talk later and you hang up the phone. Now to find a bed frame and get the fuck out of here. You survey the room to see if anything catches your eye and something does. The only issue is that it's not a piece of furniture. Familiar curls peek out from underneath a black cap. He’s facing away from you which allows you to read the lettering on the back of his shirt.
B.K.B.G Sponsor of the Month
Tire Town Auto Body Repair Shop
When you first met Frankie, Benny had accidentally cut it short. You have been embarrassingly hung up on the fact that you didn’t get to talk to him the way you had with the other two men that evening. Now the universe has allowed you a second chance by placing him just a few feet away. You find yourself stuck in between feeling excitement and apprehension to approach him. Would he think you were weird if you came up and talked to him? Would he see you as Benny’s little receptionist and nothing more? These questions and countless more plague your mind as your feet guide you over to him. 
“Uhh…Frankie?”
He turns around and looks down at you with those enchanting eyes. The wrinkles that form around them when he smiles softly at you echo the photo you saw of him. The front of his shirt has ‘B.K.B.G Friday Fight Night’ written in a large font across his chest. 
“Hey! What are you doing here?”
You shily gesture to your very full basket. “Turns out that one of the many consequences of moving quickly is having to buy all new furniture because you didn’t have time to bring the stuff you already owned.”
“Oh God, I’m sorry,” he chuckles and scratches the nape of his neck. “That was a stupid question.” 
“No, no it wasn’t! At least I have a job now so I can pay for it all.”
“How is that going by the way? You just finished your first week, right?” 
You try to convince yourself that him remembering how long you had already been working at Brass Knuckles for wasn’t a big deal. He had come into the gym on Monday and since today is Sunday, a logical person could conclude that you had completed your first week. Try as you might, you couldn’t stop the balloon-like swelling you felt in your heart. 
“I did! It was pretty good, honestly. I feel like I’ve got the hang of everything I’m in charge of. Speaking of Brass Knuckles, I like your shirt.”
He looks down at the shirt he probably didn’t think twice about throwing on this morning. 
“You don’t have one of the fight night shirts yet? I think this is the one my job sponsored.” You laugh as he tries to look over his shoulder to read the back of the shirt.
“No, I haven’t been to the fights yet. You work at Tire Town Auto Body Shop?”
“For the time being.” His eyes drift away while he says. You can tell that there is more to the story than he is letting on.
“Well it’s comforting to know that you work there,” His gaze falls back on you. “I have the worst luck with cars so it’s only a matter of time before I’ll need to find a shop.”
“I hope nothing goes wrong with your car, but if it does, just bring it over to me and I’ll take care of everything for you. Wait, wait…did you say that you haven’t been to the fights?”
“In my defense I have only known about them for a week! Benny is the only one I know there, but he is either preparing the fighters or organizing the event as a whole. I would feel out of place if I went by myself.”
“Well now you know me and Will and Pope. Come with us.”
“Really?” 
“Yeah,” he rests his hand on the edge of your cart. “It’s actually a pretty fun time. I would love it if you went with me- me and the guys.” You watch his fingers pick anxiously at a piece of tape on the end of one of your boxes.
“Sounds like a plan to me, Frankie.” 
Upon hearing you agree to go with him the corners of his lips curl into a smile. It’s so infectious that you find yourself beaming in the middle of the bustling store as well. His shyness makes you yearn to know what makes him tick. Makes you want to know how to coax that coveted smile out of him. Because maybe doing that will help you smile more as well. 
It looks like he is opening his mouth to say something when he’s cut off by the blaring of his ringtone. He easily takes the device out of his pocket, but falters when he sees the name that's displayed on the screen. His once relaxed demeanor has now been replaced by something tense and foreign to you. 
“I’ve uhh I’ve gotta take this. I’m so sorry.” He hits the answer button and places the phone to his ear. “Hello?”
“No worries,” You whisper to him. “I’m sure I’ll see you later.” 
You watch as he nods and starts to walk deeper into the store. Before he gets out of your ear shot you hear him say the name ‘Rochelle’. Leave it to you to be into a man that already has another woman first in line.
***
“Why do we always have to come to this dump? They don’t have any good drinks and the music sucks.”
Frankie sits across from Rochelle at a random table in The Barrel. He knew better than to let her sit at the guy's designated table. He didn’t want her to corrode them the way she had done with him. 
“Why do you want to get back together, Rochelle? We never made each other happy. Our whole relationship was a coked out blur.” 
“But you liked it.” She places her hand on his. It was cold and wet since she had been using it to hold her beer bottle. 
“I’m not the same man I was before, Rochelle. I can’t do shit like that anymore. I don’t want to do shit like that anymore.” He forces himself to look her in the eyes. “You know what it cost me.”
She meets his plea with a scoff and brings her drink to her overlined lips. She never seemed interested in conversations where she wasn’t leading or the center of attention. 
“You were fun. I was fun. We were fun. So what if we needed a little bump every now and then to get there?” Her fingers curl tighter around his hand. “I miss you, Frankie.”
He missed having someone ride shotgun. He missed having someone there when he needed to vent about the shitty day that he had at work. He missed having a warm body to sleep next to at night. He missed having someone to care for. He just didn’t know if he missed her. She gave him a distraction when he needed it in the past, but could she give him the support he needs now? The support he would inevitably need in the future?
“The only way I would consider revisiting ‘us’ is if it's just us. No more coke.”
He can see the annoyance in her eyes as he lays out his boundaries on the table. She slowly retracts her hand from his and coils it back around her glass. 
“Fine.” Her tone is flat.
“I’m not kidding. I want a fresh start. If we are going to try again I want to do it right.”
“Then let's start with that woman’s voice I heard on the other end of your phone today. Who was that?”
“Are you serio- I ran into Benny’s new hire while I was out shopping for stuff for my place. She’s new to the area and doesn’t have a lot of friends here yet. It was just a friendly conversation, Rochelle.”
"Well,” Her voice is syrupy sweet. “You don’t need to be her friend because you’re already mine.”
He really wanted to believe her when she said that. He really wanted to believe that she cared for him enough to change and grow as a person. He really wanted to ignore the sound of the water calling his name the longer he sat with her. 
***
By Wednesday, you felt completely at ease working in the gym. You recognized and chatted with regulars, became quite the sales woman for both memberships and Friday tickets, and were able to kick the washing machine into submission without Benny’s help. Your desk was also coming along nicely too. You had posted notes in your favorite color, a photo you and Robbie took together in a photobooth shoved into the top right corner of your computer, multi colored pens, and even a small filing basket so you could better organize your paperwork. Your new found confidence in the job gave you the push you needed to officially pitch the idea of gym wide air fresheners to Benny.
“I don’t want this place smellin’ like a fruity little spa.” 
“You do know that they make dozens, if not hundreds, of different kinds of scents right?”
“People come here to workout, not pretend that they are on a tropical vacation.” 
“People can’t workout if the smell suffocates them.” You retort.
“It’s not even that bad!”
“You’ve gone nose blind, Benny! Please know that I say this out of the kindness of my heart, but it is fucking rancid in here.” 
“Now you’re just bein’ mean.” 
“Listen, what if I buy some, only the most manly smelling ones of course, and let you test them out? It’s a win-win because you won’t have to charge them on the company card and if you hate them I can just return them all.”
“Alright, but you promise that I will get the final say?” 
“You’re the boss, Benny. Oh, what should we eat today?”
The two of you have been eating lunch together during the week. There is a good window of time right after the gym’s lunch rush and before the after work rush. You even made sure to block off at least an hour in Benny’s schedule around that time so he could have a much needed break. 
“Have you tried that burger place up the street? Goddamn, they’re so good.” 
“Burgers it is then. Text me your order so I know what to get you.”
What? Just because your dad has to be on a strict diet doesn’t mean that you have to be on one.
***
Benny had wheeled his rolly chair all the way from his back office and crammed it behind your desk. Both of you sit snugly with your feast of burgers and fries littered in front of you. The silence is only broken up by the occasional ‘can you pass the ketchup?’ or ‘are there extra napkins in the bag?’. When you have eaten half of your burger you decide to set it down and bring up what’s been on your mind. You know you can’t just come out and ask it so you opt to bring it up gradually. 
“I saw Frankie the other day while I was out and he suggested I come to the fights this Friday.”
“I’ve been askin’ you to come since you got here!” His mouth is still full from the last bite he took. 
“Gross, Benny!” You swat him in the shoulder. “I know you have been asking, but you’re busy helping organize things! You’re the only one I know here.”
You can’t tell if he chooses to keep his mouth shut because you’re right or because you just reprimanded him.
“Frankie said I could go with him and the other guys. Plus I have no social life and it's starting to feel like the walls of my apartment are closing in on me.”
“Regardless of who convinced you to go, I’m happy you’re comin’! You’re gonna have a blast! Fish and the guys throw down pretty hard at these things too so you’ll be in good company.” 
“Yeah I think I will be too.” You have to shove a fry in your mouth to hide the smile you can feel making its way across your lips. Only once you have finished chewing, you don’t want to be a hypocrite, do you bring up what you really have been wanting too. “Can I ask a question? It might not be my place though.”
The man across from you motions, burger in hand, for you to continue. You take a deep breath and rip the band-aid off.
“Well, Frankie and I’s conversation was actually cut short when he got a phone call. I wouldn’t have said anything except- except he looked so tense when he got it? I don’t know, maybe I’m imagining things.”
“No you’re definitely not imaginin’ things. I don’t want to get into Frankie’s business because that's his own shit to talk about, but long story short, a woman is tryin’ to come back into his life that shouldn’t have been there in the first place.”
You pick your burger back up and take a bite as he carries on with his story. 
“The guys and I all found ways to cope with comin��� back to reality after dealin’ with the worst of the worst in and out of the service. Mine was openin’ this place, Will’s was helpin’ other vet’s, Pope’s was bein’ a military consultant, and Frankie’s was…well Frankie’s was Rochelle.”
“Rochelle.” You wanted to feel how her name felt on your tongue. “I heard him say that name when he was walking away.”
“Damnit, Fish.”
***
“So, remind me again why we are here?”
Frankie pulls into Brass Knuckles’ parking lot with Pope in his passenger seat. He knew he should have done this without him. If anyone was going to sniff out that he had a small thing for you it was going to be Pope.
“Benny left some clothes at my place last week and since we were in the neighborhood I figured I would just drop them off.” 
“As opposed to giving them to him on Friday? Which is only two days from now, might I add.” He looks in the backseat and grabs the small cardboard box. “I think he would have made it until then without a t-shirt and a pair of jeans.”
“Shut up and get out of my truck, man.” 
Frankie takes the box of clothes out of Pope’s hands when they both round the bed of the truck and start walking towards the door. He can see you entranced by something on your computer screen through the windows. 
“I also invited her to come to the fights with us this week.” Frankie flicks his chin in your direction when Pope looks at him. 
“You already have her number? Damn, Fish. I thought I worked quickly.”
“No, man,” He groans. “We ran into each other while I was at IKEA on Sunday. I just thought it would be fun, you know? It’s not like that, Pope.” 
“Fish, you were a bad liar when we served together and you’re a bad liar now.” He turns to look at Frankie. “Come on, you think she’s cute don’t you?”
“She’s just cool.” He should have never brought Pope.
“Whatever you say.” 
The chime of the door bell pulls you from your emails. You’re shocked, but not unhappy, when you look up and see the two of them coming through the door.
“Hey guys. I didn’t know y’all were coming by today.”
“I would have texted you, love, but I haven’t got your number.” Pope flashes his signature beaming grin in your direction. 
“Well you never asked, love.” You tease. 
“We wanted to drop some things off for Benny.” Frankie says as he comes up and places a cardboard box gingerly on your desk.
“Who's ‘we’?” Pope gabs. 
Your attention stays on Frankie as you speak. “Oh, sure! He’s in the back office doing…actually I'm not really sure what he does back there.”
When Frankie doesn’t immediately move, Pope reaches over and slides the box towards himself. 
“Hey, what are you-?”
“Let me take this for you, Fish. Why don’t you stay here and get her number for me? Strictly for scientific purposes of course.” You can see a playful look in his eyes when he turns back to his clearly panicking friend. 
“Wait, no it’s-”
“It’s no big deal, exactly.” Pope whisks the box off your desk and starts walking into the gym, but not before tossing you a wink. 
It suddenly feels a little harder to breathe when it’s just the two of you up front. You want to compliment the soft, yellow jacket he is wearing, but no words come. The only thing you can selfishly focus on right now is your heart and how it's beating so hard in your chest that he can probably hear it. 
“It’s nice to see you again.” You think you can hear his voice shutter a bit.
“It’s nice to see you again too, Frankie. Still alright for me to come with everyone on Friday? I don’t want to impose.”
“You’re not imposing!” The words tumble out of his mouth. “You’re not imposing. I invited you, remember?” His tone settles.
“Thanks again for that by the way.” 
A silence falls between the two of you. You both must have been racking your brains for something to say because you speak at the same time.
“Did you-?”
“Were you able-?”
Comfortable laughter blossoms and it dawns on you that he might be just as nervous to talk to you as you were to talk to him. 
“No, no you go first!” You choke out while trying to catch your breath. 
“Did you end up getting anything else after I left the other day?” 
“I actually did; thanks for asking! I found a bed frame I liked. It took me longer than I'd like to admit to put it together though.” 
Frankie has never been more grateful for the front desk than in this exact moment. Images of your naked, writhing body cuffed to a bed frame flood his mind. God, he could do anything he wanted to you. He would take it slow at first, not wanting to leave any part of your body undiscovered by his tongue. Then, only when you were begging him, would he give you what you wanted. 
“Frankie?”
“I-I’m sorry what did you say?”
“I asked if you were able to find anything? You didn’t have a basket when I saw you.”
“No, I didn’t. The thing I wanted was just out of reach-stock! The thing I wanted was just out of stock.” He corrects.
“Oh, that’s too bad.” You pray your voice doesn’t give away the curiosity you have about his little slip up. “Here. Let me give you something to make up for it.” 
You take out a pen from its holder and move your stack of sticky notes in front of you. His eyes capture your every move. You write out your number slowly on the small piece of paper as you revel in the knowledge that you have his undivided attention. When you’re finished you sign it with your name and a tiny heart and pray that you haven’t misread this situation. 
“I know Pope was the one that asked for this, but I want you to hold on to it.” 
Your cheeks burn as you hand him your proverbial olive branch. When he takes it from you and reads what you had written he laughs quietly to himself. 
“You know, so you can text me about this Friday.”
“Not for scientific purposes?” He mimics his friend's earlier statement.
“Unlucky for Pope, I was never really that into the sciences.”
“Lucky for me then.” 
He folds up your note and carefully places it into his front shirt pocket. His timing couldn't have been better because Benny and Pope emerge from behind the brick wall as soon as he’s done. 
“I hear that you managed to convince our girl here to come with y’all to the fights, Fish! Good on you!” He comes up and claps his friend on the back. “I’m not at all jealous that you did it when I couldn’t.”
“Benny.” you chide.
“Why don’t you make it up to Benny and come to the bar with us?”
“One step at a time, Pope. One step at a time. I do have something for you though.”
He comes over to you as you start writing your number out again. Out of the corner of your eye you see him give Frankie and Benny and thumbs up. Oh you poor, sweet, incorrect bastard. You nonchalantly pass it to him and hope Frankie see’s that there is no heart drawn on this time. 
“Your reward for being such a big helper today by returning Benny’s clothes. If you text me in the middle of the night and wake me up I swear to God I’ll kill you.” 
“What bliss that would be.” 
“Hey! Unless y’all are gonna workout y’all better get a move on. Just because we are friends doesn’t mean y’all can take up valuable lobby space in my gym.” 
“We’re going, we’re going.” For a man that is getting ushered out of a building, Frankie sure looks happy. 
“Bye, guys!”
They both wave and say ‘bye’ to you and Benny as they open the door and head into the parking lot. Benny heads back to his office before they reach their truck, but you keep watching. As Frankie’s hand curls around his truck door, he looks back at you, and pats over his shirt pocket. Then he disappears inside and drives off with Pope. 
Frankie could feel the note he placed in his pocket burning a hole through his chest the whole ride back to Pope’s place. It made it hard to carry on a simple conversation with him because that fiery sensation was all he could focus on. It was the type of heat that seeped into his very bones and made him feel as if he was glowing from the inside out. He knew you had unknowingly seared yourself onto his heart and that feeling scared him.
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“Serena Williams attends the Andy Roddick 1st Annual Charity Celebrity Poker Tournament to raise money for the Andy Roddick Foundation which supports charities that treat abused and at-risk children.”
07 December 2006.
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Locked up in a private penthouse suite in The Venetian, Billy can see the Las Vegas Strip lit up like Christmas. He hated taking jobs like this because it was so boring. But the money was too good to pass up and it was easy. Every 3-4 months, this guy holds high stakes poker tournaments and contracts Anvil for security, but insists that Billy works the tournaments.
It's the same 2 dozen people who show up. B-list celebrities, some local politicians, people on the poker circuit but you're new. He hasn't seen you here before. You're early. The players haven't arrived yet. He gives you one of his charming smiles, "ID please?"
*****
You hand him your ID and you're blown away by him. Vegas is known for having attractive people, but this guy is beautiful. He's over 6', chiseled face, perfectly styled black hair and the deepest chocolate brown eyes you've ever seen, almost black. His tongue snakes out to lick his lips and it makes you clench your thighs together. Shit. "Sweetheart," he looks into your eyes and it churns up the butterflies in you belly and your smile dreamily up at him. "Your name ain't on my list."
"Wait. What?" You shake yourself out of your little dream world. "I have to be." Without this job you aren't going to be able to make rent this month. "Can you please check again, sir?" He stares at you and a hint of a smile touches his lips when you called him, sir.
He looks again and you notice he's looking at the players list. "I'm not playing in the tournament. I'm hired as a server." He toggles to a different list & smiles. "My mistake," returning your ID. He steps aside and let's you pass.
You go to drop your belongings behind the bar and help set up the stations before the players arrive.
During the evening you sneak glances at the security guy at the door. Half-way through the night you approach him to offer him a drink and he gives you that same charming smile. "It's just water with lemon." He takes it and drinks down half of it.
"Thanks. I needed that."
"You could just flag us down & we can bring you a drink. We'll probably make some coffee a lil later."
He nods and holds out his hand, "Bill Russo."
I shake his hand, "I know. I've already asked around." I release him & walk back to the bar. I feel his eyes on me.
Day 1 of the tournament ends at around 5am you quickly clean up and divy up the tips so you can leave. As you pass Bill, "Enjoy your night. Morning?"
He wraps his hand around your arm and leans in to whisper, "Running off so soon?"
Shrugging, "What did you have in mind?"
Giving you a smirk, "Wait for me by the elevator." He releases your arm and walks towards his client. He looks over his shoulder and raises his eyebrow, like why haven't you left yet.
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This is crazy! What are you doing? You dont know this guy. You hit the elevator button. You can't do this. He's just someone with a pretty face. A pretty face and a voice that gives you goosebumps and a smile that makes your panties wet. You hit the button multiple times as if that would make the elevator car hurry. The bell dings and the doors open. You walk in ready to press lobby when Bill runs up, throwing his hand against the door to keep it open. "Sorry, it took longer than I thought."
He presses the button for his floor and gives you that smile that has you smiling back. You think: This is how you end up on Missing Persons posters.
The door closes and Bill's lips are on yours. He moved quick but his kisses were soft and languid. The doors open & he pulls away, but grabs your hand leading you to his room.
He unlocks his door and you follow him in. His mouth latches on to yours and your fingers tangle in his hair. The lazy kisses from the elevator turn more demanding. He kisses you like he can't get enough of you. You push his jacket off his shoulders and he grabs your wrist and pulls away. You notice his holster and weapon. You can't tell if that's sexy or scary. Again, you make things so easy for a serial killer. Billy secures his gun in a lockbox and removes his holster and tie and returns to where he left you.
Your fingers go to the buttons on his shirt and he works the zipper on your strapless dress. It falls to the ground and Billy smiles at the fact you went braless, so all you're in is a pink thong now.
His hand found their way to your breast and presses them together. Running his thumbs over your nipples, already hard from the chill of the A/C & gently pinching them, teasing you. Each flick of his fingers sent a small shockwave to your core. He walks you backwards to the bed & has you lying back. He bends down to suck your right nipple into his mouth, teasing slow circles around it while his hand gently squeezed your other breast. He alternates back and forth.
"Lift your hips for me, sweetheart." You obey and he removes your panties. He pushes your legs up & apart.
He traced his fingers up & down your folds. He inserts the tip of his index finger into your aching pussy, swirling it teasingly around the entrance, as his other thumb traces around your clit in slow deliberate circles. He slowly pushes his index finger deep inside you, pulling out & dragging along all the most sensitive parts along the way. You clench down hard on his finger, "So sensitive. I think your pussy is enjoying this attention, isn't it?" Your breath start coming in soft pants. His ministrations were calculated, just enough to make you want more. "Do you want me to make you come?"
"Yes, Bill. Please!"
He inches lower on the bed, kissing along your thigh until he reaches your pussy. It wasn't long before his hands were replaced by his tongue. Soft and warm, exploring you in the same way his fingers did a minute ago. He uses his tongue to taste & tease every inch of you. Licking up & down your entire length of your slit, finding his way to your swollen clit. Sucking it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, making you squirm. His fingers return, thrusting deep inside you. You feel yourself stretching around them. They thrust in & out, while his tongue works it's magic on you. You let out a loud moan as your climax hits you.
He strip out of his pants and boxers and reaches over to his night stand for a condom & rolls it on. His hands are back to gently rubbing your clit. "I love how wet you are for me."
He positions himself, rubbing the head of his cock against you. He starts to push in & you eyes flutter closed. "Open your eyes. Look at me." Surprised at his stern tone, you open your eyes & look into his ebony ones. "Good girl. Now I want you to keep them open the whole time, ok?" You nod & he smirks.
He's big. Bigger than the other lovers that you've had. As he thrusts in, you instinctively try to move away from him, but his hips & hands keep you firmly in place. He slows his thrust, "Oh, your pussy feels so tight & warm around my cock." He rests his forehead against yours, trying to maintain his control.
He begins to move inside you, slowly at first & then faster, deeper. Every thrust hitting every single nerve ending along the way. As the minutes went by he was like a machine, never tiring, driving himself into you over & over again.
And then you feel it again, the buildup inside & your eyes start to droop, "Eyes on me!" You whimper, but obey because you don't want him to stop. You explode into an even more powerful climax than before, screaming & moaning. And he saw it all, holding himself deep inside you as you come, his eyes staring straight into your soul.
Only when you collapsed with exhaustion, he leaned down to press his lips to you, sliding his tongue deep into your mouth, he resumed thrusting his cock in & out of you. It didn't take long before his own orgasm hit. He hisses your name as he collapses on top of you and lay motionless as you both try to catch your breath.
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Their first practice is kind of a shitshow. Connor misses an easy rim around the boards. Skips right past his stick. He watches it shoot down the ice with white-hot fury on his face.
On the other side of the rink, the guys in line with Mason mutter about it. This fucking guy? That’s exceptional status, eh. 
Stop trying so hard, Mason thinks at him. A few reps later, they line up together. Mason bumps shoulders with him. “Gimme a country.”
Connor gives him a look like are you fucking kidding me? “Texas,” he drawls sarcastically.
“Not a country.” Mason whacks him across the shin guards. The coach fires a puck out for them and Mason takes off. “But Austin,” he tosses over his shoulder to Connor.
Connor’s closer than he expected. He’s on Mason all the way to the boards, and when they get there he digs in and flicks the puck out from under him. “Atta kid,” Mason barks at him.
As Connor finds his footing, Mason ends up looking out for him a little, not so he’d notice. Small stuff like clearing out the cup of water the boys prop in his shin pads, keeping Connor’s skates in his own stall so nobody knots the laces while Connor’s doing media. He’s not going to spare him everything, though. Outmuscles him every battle drill. Cleans him out at poker, no apologies.
[more practice scenes, maybe. idk, i’m not in this to write about hockey.]
It’s a whole different deal once they start playing games. Mason’s always had to fight for it. Shoulder his way in, prove he belongs with the big boys, from Pembroke all the way up to Claude Giroux in his training group last summer. Connor doesn’t do that. He just shoots the puck, and does it so well they’ve got no option but to give it to him.
The coaches put Connor on his wing. They rotate all sorts of other options on Mason’s other side, but Connor stays put. It’s fucking magic how he’s always in the right place. Makes it look like Mason’s finding great passing lanes, but all he’s doing is finding Connor. Which is easy, when Mason barely has to look. Somehow he always knows where Connor’s going to be.
They torch the whole goddamned tournament, undefeated. After the final horn, the team flings their gear to the ice and coheres into a mass of sweaty, screaming triumph. As the single cell starts to separate into individual moments of celebration, Connor finds Mason. “Canada!” Connor howls at him, fists clenched and eyes wild, mushroom hair falling into his face.
Mason lifts him off his skates and howls right back. “Ottawa!” He resists gravity, holding Connor suspended longer than he meant to. Everything is exactly right, team and country and victory. Everything Mason wants.
[would you like a gold medal visual? here. would you like an entire article that is literally titled 'No one can stop them': Bedard, McTavish chemistry sparks Canada? actually you could probably just read that instead of everything about hockey in this story.]
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Before writing this final post of 2023, I was undecided of how good of a poker hand I’d end up with. ‘21 and ‘22 left no doubt what I finished with. This year, all the good and bad have scattered all over the place like chips spread across the roulette table - but we don’t usually play that game here, do we? No, we don’t. This year added on both the good and bad on top of the previous years before it - in even wider disparity.
So, where do we start?
The bad hit a little harder than it did last year. The customers were at their nastiest, competitive, and most egotistical. Having a verbally and emotionally abusive sales manager who saw fit to humiliate me in front of co-workers and literally yell at me for anything little reason he could didn’t help any. Fighting through under-staffing, wasted potential, not getting assistance when it really mattered, and making more mistakes and fuck-ups than ever made for a highly controversial final year at physical retail.
I pulled the plug on people I once considered “friends” who kept me on read when I asked for help, ghosted me during conversations, left me hanging all by myself as their comrades pretended I didn’t exist, and didn’t care about specific situations I had involving them. The spicy redheaded devil who played apologist for her closest friends - the same “friends” in the past who took me for everything they could and left a thick irreplaceable poison that’s still flowing in me. Or worse, unexpectedly running into former enablist co-workers, narcissistic managers, and manipulative college chads showing their obvious “oh-my-god!” faces and wanting to catch up with me. I told them to fuck right off forever - and never to speak to me again.
Luckily, I didn’t have as many hard pills to swallow like I used to. But, the sometimes unavoidable news of potentials’ long-suffering loneliness ending with exciting one-night stands, abrupt t.m.i., and their eye-opening bucket list to-do’s (that’d make Sasha Grey look like a straight-A honor student) made it a disappointing no-dice situation. Then, the deeper depressive spells of anxiety and hopelessness. The constant reminder of how rude, childish, and unnecessarily rude other people are around me. The change of plans, the blown calls of missing out on some holidays, or dropping the ball on attending some major shows (Alice Cooper headlining with Rob Zombie, Ministry, and Filter for one). The worst news came unexpectedly in late September when my sis- was dealt the Ace Of Spades and died in her sleep from complications of multiple sclerosis. I lost a major childhood component in her, and that visit to Bay Ridge will resonate with me for a long time.
Yes. This year’s losses were just more frequent and came at a slightly heavier cost. (Thankfully, not coming down to another personal devastation.) But, with every loss came with a win. And, wow, did these wins hit.
A brand new pinball arcade opened up in Patchogue to my total surprise, once again giving me a new portal in revisiting my Atari / Nintendo youth and forget my daily ills. It was there when I placed 3rd at their 4th of July tournament. The retro video arcade at the shopping center near me still offered a substantial modicum of hours-long fun until I was sick of it.
Though I lost my sister, I had some super essential moments with both of my families from Coney- and Staten Island respectively. I just celebrated an amazing Christmas over Italian foods, Secret Santas, gift-trades, and children screaming in eardrum-rattling unison; all ending with $100.00 cash-in-hand from my uncle, and a drive through the Belt Parkway and Brooklyn-Battery Tunnel to the train ride home to Penn Station. Fighting through the sluggish three-hour Friday rush-hour drive made getting to my cousin’s engagement party totally worth it; decorated with loud generic dee-jay standards, catching up under clear starry night skies, and having a near two-hour AM night-drive home over the Verrazzano Bridge and through the Brooklyn / Queens / Long Island Expressway.
I’ve attended some amazing shows in the past, but nothing would ever compare in experiencing Skinny Puppy’s final tours. I took no chances getting tickets and, holy Mother Mary, I made the right call. I would’ve never imagined meeting up with five other mutuals (some following me for years) in my hometown of New York City to witness industrial history. The best? Shaking hands with God Ministry’s Paul Barker himself; The Hero of All Heroes. He signed my copy of The Eternal Present as I almost died before him at the merch- table. I also attended Cold Waves XI and scratched Front Line Assembly off the must-see list, with visions of Hospital Productions’ 20th returning when I witnessed Orphx and Justin Broadrick a second time.
Then, my position. My final two months at my location were the toughest, meanest, and most unforgiving I’d ever put myself through. I endured so much that something had to be done because I knew I deserved better and didn’t want to live like this. So, I did a massive favor to myself. After 10 years with the company, I celebrated by getting an in-home position for virtual sales. I left all the massive amounts of stress behind and still stayed with the company while keeping my 401K, medical, and time-off in the process. Goodbye and good riddance to physical retail and the toxic undesirables that inhabit it…never to visit it again.
As an added bonus, I learned a lot more about myself and became the person I always wanted to be. I was fortunate in having the right people who changed it all and their inexplicable energy made me block those challenging persistent feelings of hollowness and despair. I taught myself to drop my guard, stop fearing the worst that could happen, and start putting my trust in people as nothing was at stake. That paid off in multitudes. I felt things I couldn’t before, because they allowed me to open up without persecuting or vilifying me for it.
I had more moments where I did great things for great people because they gave me nice ideas that were out-of-the-ordinary. Cakeday and Christmas boxes full of CDs, cassettes, and other fun stuff were exchanged which left two people wowed and many others in critical condition. Plenty of night-time phone calls were had about everything and nothing important at all, or the cries of concern that made me go all-in to help the other because there’s no taking chances. Most importantly: reciprocation, saying it right from the heart, a giving what people really want because you feel it and it’s the right thing to do.
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Now, what’s in the cards for next year?
I plan to revisit New York City more frequently. To start, I’m coming back to my childhood, and that all in Brooklyn. The Tokeneke, Bath Ave., Shore Road Park, Luna Park, and ultimately Borough Park where it all began. I’m even contemplating a mini-record store victory tour next year - all city. Long Island locales sit out this time as select Brooklyn and Manhattan stops better get ready for me and accept my hard-earned money. This would be Lina Romay-proportions of music porn if this happens.
As for everything else Omega, there’s no signs of slowing down as my radio show started Year 12. Its previous year had almost no bonus broadcasts from start to finish, but the current stockpile of artists and sounds across the board means I’m ready to unload when asked. The months-long process of digitizing my entire personal cassette dub library has finally been completed, which means I’ll have more time to dive into all my records, tapes, and discs that I purchased over the years that I've yet listened to, but now will.
Which reminds me:
Most of you know that I maintained a music -blr here: Ω+. I became an open-book and allowed my visitors, followers, mutuals, and even passers-by a peek into my personal life, listening, and purchasing habits. To this day, I still believe there’s no other extensive music blog like it here. It felt great posting sounds, artists, and releases no one else even thought or considered. I had so much fun with it and became one of the most exciting projects I ever done. Life-changing, even. Now, I no longer have the time or energy to keep up with sizeable, timely write-ups while staying on top of infinite music finds and dealing with Real-Life Syndrome.
I decided that it’s time to end it after 10 years of maintaining it.
However, I didn’t want to stop doing what still fascinates me. I stepped back, and realized that I can do it differently. I’m happy to say that I’m starting all over again and re-building it as Omega Remix (ΩRMX), a simpler, more stripped-down version of the original retaining the personal seasonal mixtapes, Omega WUSB playlists, best-of lists, personal posts, and more. No more numbered headers, no more aesthetic issues. It’ll be quicker and easier to do what keeps me going and in touch with anyone interested with what I’m listening to.
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I appreciate and thank (tremendously) everyone who joined up with me at a show, posted music finds, kept in touch, helped out, or did something nice for me this year. You know who you are. For any and all who liked, followed, and supported all things Omega, you’re also appreciated. Each and every one of you. Here's hoping we're still alive and dodge a massive authoritarian bullet by this year's end.
See you all in ‘24.
Winning hand: Aces full house over Deuces.
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Title: Feeling Lucky? Exploring the World of Casino Big Wins
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Casinos have long been synonymous with excitement, thrill, and the possibility of striking it big. For many, the allure of hitting a jackpot or scoring a massive win is what draws them to the gaming tables and slot machines. From the dazzling lights of Las Vegas to the opulent casinos of Monte Carlo, stories of monumental wins have captivated the imaginations of gamblers and non-gamblers alike.
One of the most iconic tales of casino big wins comes from Las Vegas, where a fortunate gambler turned a $100 bet into a staggering $39.7 million jackpot on the Megabucks slot machine at the Excalibur Hotel and Casino. The win, which occurred in 2003, remains one of the largest slot machine payouts in history and serves as a testament to the life-changing potential of casino gaming.
Similarly, the world of high-stakes poker has produced its fair share of memorable wins, with players competing for multimillion-dollar pots in tournaments like the World Series of Poker. One such example is the legendary victory of Chris Moneymaker, an amateur player who turned a $40 online satellite entry fee into a $2.5 million payday by winning the 2003 WSOP Main Event. Moneymaker's Cinderella story not only catapulted him to fame but also helped popularize online poker and inspire a new generation of players.
In addition to individual triumphs, some casino resorts have gained renown for their reputation as hubs of big wins and high rollers. The Wynn Las Vegas, for example, is known for hosting some of the largest baccarat wins in history, with players betting millions of dollars per hand in the exclusive VIP rooms. Similarly, the famed Casino de Monte-Carlo in Monaco has a storied history of attracting wealthy patrons and celebrities, with tales of extravagant wins and losses adding to its mystique.
While tales of casino big wins can be exhilarating, it's important to remember that gambling comes with risks and should be approached responsibly. For every success story, there are countless instances of losses and setbacks, underscoring the unpredictable nature of casino gaming.
In conclusion, casino big wins have captured the imagination of people around the world, offering a glimpse into the world of high-stakes gambling and the thrill of chasing fortune. Whether it's a multimillion-dollar jackpot on the slot machines or a high-stakes poker tournament victory, these stories serve as a reminder of the exhilarating highs and daunting lows that come with the pursuit of wealth and success in the world of casinos.
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May 12 2007 —    Celebrity Poker Tournament.
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Do you know who is in Vegas? Keenan. He’s been playing in a celebrity poker tournament & looks like he’s having a blast. He is such a fun person. I can see why he & Justin are friends. He’s in Vegas with his family, & his children are just beautiful.
Is that what he's up to? I saw Ciandra's stories and wondered.
It's good that his family joined him for the trip - family time is so important...
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