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abstractnaturaldisaster · 1 year

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Steddie Hockey Casino Night AU Part 1

so for people who might not be part of the general hockey fandom, Casino Night is a fundraiser a lot of clubs do where fans can by a ticket to play casino games with players and raise money for the team’s charity foundation. it’s a chance for fans to interact with the players in a more social environment and it’s a pretty popular event for most clubs. more comments about this AU below the ficlet! c:

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Steve Harrington was used to Casino Nights. His NHL career had spanned about a decade at this point and he’d been to his fair share of fan-facing fundraisers. In his younger years it was a fun night to let loose a little during the season (with the coaches blessing, no less). He’d used his easy charm to hook up sometimes but mostly he wandered the venue and enjoyed feeling wanted by the admiring crowds. In his veteran years, Steve usually b-lined his way to a back poker table and sat near the dealer, hunched over his cards, making friendly but limited conversation with the rest of the table. Most of his teammates brought a significant other, a girlfriend or fiancée, to help take pictures, hold drinks, and jump in with any awkward silences throughout the evening. Steve Harrington didn’t have a partner, but he did have a cadre of rookies (one of which lived with him at his condo Henderson (said-rookie) affectionately called the Bachelor Pad), a tortoise named Fred, and the team’s social media manager turned best friend, Robin.

The hurried hook ups of his youth ended up creating his girl-in-every-port reputation and Steve was willing to ride those rumors to avoid any more serious speculation into his love life. Steve was out to team management and his teammates as bi but he didn’t particularly feel like addressing his sexuality in a press conference so the genders of his affairs were a closely guarded secret. At one point Robin had tried to convince him to have NDAs ready to hand out to anyone he brought back to a hotel room after an away game. Steve had ignored the suggestion. Honestly if his bisexuality were to come out via some sort of tell-all tabloid at least he wouldn’t have to be the one to break the news. In reality, who Steve hooked up with was of very little interest to the general population. At the end of the day, he was nearing retirement and was hoping he could finish out his contract and melt into the relative obscurity most minorly successful NHL alums were able to do. He wasn’t going to have the long drawn out career of someone like Ovechkin but he would be able to retire and live happily without much concern for future finances. He’d thought about taking a couple of years off and then maybe starting to coach youth leagues or college teams depending on how far the Harrington name could get him. Steve’s musing was interrupted by Henderson aggressively knocking on his bathroom door.

“Steveeeeeeeeeeee,” Dustin yelled.

“What, Henderson?” Steve answered.

“Help?” Dustin asked and pointed to a full on rats nest that had somehow developed in his crispy gelled curls.

“Oh, man, how did this happen?” Steve asked.

“I dunno, dude, please fix it? Mike and Lucas won’t let me live it down if I show up like this.” Dustin moaned.

“Alright kid, come here, we gotta get some of this gel out of your hair first,” Steve said as he bent Dustin’s head over his sink.

Steve was able to get enough of the gel out and run a comb through Dustin’s curly mop to approach something that could be considered a hairstyle. They were getting close to running late so Steve rushed through the process of throwing on his tux and pressuring Dustin into wearing his nicer game day suit while calling their driver to meet them out front.

“Alright, kiddo. You ready for your first casino night?” Steve asked.

“Yea! Mike and Lucas are dragging Will out so it should be fun to hang out and meet people.” Dustin answered.

Will was Robin’s social media intern. Not all of the staff had to go to the event but similar to how Steve and Robin had become inseparable at team events, Will was pulled into the Mike-Lucas-Dustin orbit in a similar way. The group had even taken to playing D&D one-shots on long travel days since Mike had some experience DMing in a high school club. Steve was a little impressed with himself for being able to remember some of the terminology for the game; however, he did give the group shit for playing their nerd game instead of going out to celebrate after away wins.

“That’ll be nice.” Steve said as the elevator door opened to the lobby of his building.

The big black SUV was already out front waiting on them so Steve herded Dustin through the lobby and into the car.

“Hey Jon!” Steve greeted his driver. Jonathan had been with Steve for a while, long enough to have been roped into his ragtag adopted family. There was a little tension between them for a while when Steve found out Jon and Nancy had started dating seriously. Nancy had been Steve’s longest relationship and they’d stayed friendly after they broke up. Nancy had wanted bigger and better things than being a SOAP to an NHL player and honestly Steve couldn’t blame her. Jon had been enamored with Nancy since he met her through Steve. Steve hadn’t loved that they’d gotten together but that had been years ago at this point. They had two girls that Steve was low key obsessed with and offered to babysit as much as his schedule allowed so he had let go of his (admittedly low-stakes) rivalry with Jon.

“‘Sup, Steve? Dustin?” Jon asked.

“Jon! Can you please convince Steve that he is absolutely overdressed for this shindig?”

“I dunno, dude, I think he might be the expert?” Jon joked. He’d driven Steve long enough to know not to get in between Steve and his rookies.

“Ugh. You’re such a pushover.” Dustin said as he buckled in.

“I just know who out of the two of you pays my bills, kid.” Jon winked at Steve in the rearview as he pulled out into traffic.

Steve settled into his seat and used the drive to melt into his public-facing-Steve-Harrington persona as Dustin prattled on about their cup chances this season. Steve let him ramble on even though he personally hated to jinx anything mid-way through the season.

“Alright, gentlemen, we’re here! Just give me a call when you’re ready to head out.” Jon jumped out to open Dustin and Steve’s doors, a formality Steve only allowed when Jon drove him to official team events.

Steve took one more deep breath and steadied himself for the evening as Henderson was already running off to join the rest of the team. Steve was a little nostalgic for his rookie days when everything seemed so fresh and new. Now he felt like he needed to crack his back after getting up from sitting too long and he was absolutely looking at hip surgery if he got another bad check. Regardless of how old Steve felt, he put on his media smile, straightened his jacket and got ready for introductions, already mentally planning out his escape routes for the evening.

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hi friends! my sister and i recently went to our first casino night and i have had this brain worm in my head rolling around for a while and this giant first chapter just appeared, lol

in terms of world building, if you’re familiar with hockey twitter i am thinking of steve as a joe pavelski type and dustin as one of his rookies. lucas and mike are also team rookies but i haven’t really picked any positions for anyone since it’s casino night and i don’t have to lol. so if anyone has any specific head canons for positions please share!!

don’t worry -- eddie will be here in the next part!

like last time, i’ll post on AO3 when i get a few more parts finished.

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie fan fiction #fanfic #hockey au #casino night #veteran player steve harrington #poker dealer eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fic

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lickmylundqvist · 1 year

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Dapper mfs

#I cannot tag all of them or I’ll be here until the Leafs win another cup #new york rangers #casino night

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thedestinysunknown · 2 years

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Sonic the Hedgehog 2 - Casino Night Zone:

“This is the beginning of the “Casino” themed levels. You will see a lot of levels like in this in future games. I can see why. It’s a fun theme, and you can use bright colors in this dark background. However, the issue with this theme, is that a lot of the levels have something in common: these type of levels are mostly vertical, instead of horizontal, so you will bounce around in this huge levels, instead of speeding around at the speed of sound, and I am not a fan. Definitely one of my least favorite levels in the game.”

PS: the gameplay used for this gifset is not mine. The original video belongs to the user: xravenxp, on Youtube.

#sonic #sonic 2 #sonic the hedgehog 2 #casino night #casino night zone #sega #sega genesis #mega drive

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markycheerios · 1 year

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Chris Kreider requires physical touch at all times

#i had to delete and redo because i am not used to tumblr's gif maker and it used the wrong part of the video #chris kreider #tyler motte #new york rangers #rangers #nyr #hockey #nhl #jacob trouba #casino night #nyr casino night

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marcoscandellas · 1 year

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dallasstars: 🎶 LOOK AT THIS PHOTOGRAPH 🎶

#dallas stars #jason robertson #denis gurianov #casino night #nhl

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hockey-x-imagines · 2 years

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Casino Night || Tyler Seguin

A/N: Here’s a little something I’ve had ready to go for quite a while now. I kinda really like this one. I hope you enjoy, feedback is always welcome :)

Warnings: Language and drinking

Pairing: Tyler x Reader

P.O.V: Reader

Word Count: 1759

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When you started dating Tyler, you knew there were going to be formal events you would be attending. You had been with Tyler going on 9 months, and in those 9 months you had been to a handful of formal events with him. Every time you were required to get all dolled up you had, and he along with quite a few others had told you that you looked amazing each time.

When you had woke up Tyler was still in bed, not wanting to wake him you silently rolled out of bed. You took a quick shower before going down to the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast. As you were finishing up the eggs Tyler wrapped his arms around your waist placing a kiss on your cheek.

"Good morning, babe," you smiled, you loved his raspy morning voice. You turn to face him, reaching up to kiss his lips.

"Good morning, how'd you sleep?"

"Prety good, what about you?" He took a strip of bacon as he went to pour him a cup of coffee.

"I slept good." He's only been up for a few minutes, half hour tops, but he seems just a little off. Before you were able to asking him what was going on he opened his mouth.

"I need to talk to you about something, and please don't take it wrong," You stop what you were doing, you couldn't think of anything he would need to talk to you about that you'd take wrong. You wait for him to continue. "You know tonight's casino night, and it's a bit of a formal event. I would appreciate if you would maybe just try a little harder," his words stunned you, but he's not done. "It really looks bad on me when you look like you gave your look a half ass attempt. Babe, you need to remember you're not longer in your hometown," he gives you a sympathetic look.

"Did those words really just fall from your lips?" You're trying to wrap your head around what he just told you. It was hard to determine whether you were hurt or pissed more. Not waiting for a response and not sure what you were supposed to do, you turn and leave the kitchen. You walk into the guest bedroom where you had your dress hanging. You weren't able to see what he was talking about; it was simple yet elegant. You wished he would've told you this sooner, so you had more than a few hours to find a new dress. You threw on a pair of leggings and a hoodie and slipped on a pair of vans leaving the house without saying anything to Tyler.

Pulling in to the mall parking lot, you knew where you wanted to start looking. A few weeks ago, you had walked past a dress store that had a black dress that caught your eye. You were hoping the dress would still be there.

After a few minutes of looking, you couldn't find the dress you had initially been looking for. You did however find the perfect dress. It was a floor length long sleeve black dress with a deep V neck, black crystals covered the top of the dress, the V neck ended just above your belly button, the skirt of the dress had a slit that stopped on your upper thigh. Wearing this dress, you knew one wrong move and you could show a little more than you would like. At the same time wearing this dress you felt you were making a statement.

"You look amazing in this dress," the cashier gushed, "it looks like it was made specifically for you."

"Thank you so much," you smile. After you had finished the purchase, you knew you were going to need new shoes. You weren't much of a heels girl, but this dress called for heels. You went and spent a pretty penny on a pair of classic black, closed toe 6-inch pumps with the red bottom.

Now that you had the dress and the perfect shoes to go with it, you start to focus on your hair and makeup. Looking at your phone it's 2:30 and the event starts at 6. That gives you enough time to go home and get ready or go home and get your shit and get ready somewhere else. Were you being petty? Yes, you were. The fact that Tyler would say something like that to you had really hurt you. You tell yourself you don't have time to focus on how he hurt your feelings, you could do that later.

As you pull in the driveway, you don't see Tyler's car. You really weren't sure where he went or when he was coming back, so you don't waste any time. First you take a self-care shower, you wash your hair, exfoliate, and shave. As you get out you let your hair air dry while you do your makeup. You wanted to keep your makeup simple, you go for a natural smokey eye, with glowing skin, and a nude matte lip. By the time you had finished curling your hair, you decided to leave it down. Looking at the clock and it's 5:30 you realize you need to get to get going.

You weren't really sure how to drive in the dress without wrinkling it, so you decided you'd change once you got to the venue. The drive was only a 20 minute drive, and you didn't think it was going to take you too long to get dressed so you'd be on time, you weren't. You were about 15 minutes late, getting the dress on and situated took longer than you had thought.

You weren't trying to make a grand entrance, but you did. As soon as you stepped in the room all eyes were on you, how could they not be? You looked stunning. Instead of looking for Tyler immediately, you go over to the bar and get a drink. You had a feeling you were going to need something strong to get through this night, you ordered a hot applesauce (Fireball and pineapple juice.)

"Y/N, you look absolutely stunning," Jamie pulls you in for a hug.

"Thanks, Chubbs. You clean up nice. Do you know where Tyler is?" You hadn't tried too hard to find him, but you knew you needed to find him. He points over to a card table, you thank him and walk over to where Tyler was seated.

He didn't seem to notice you walking over to him, so you tap on his shoulder. He doesn't acknowledge your presence, so you tap on his shoulder again, still nothing.

"Tyler!" You shout, he looks over at you and his eyes go wide.

"Wow, you look amazing," he looks like he's in shock.

"Thank you." You're slightly frowning, is this the first time you've looked as good as he told you? Was this the first time you looked like you belonged with that crowed? Tyler went back to playing poker, or whatever it was he was playing, and you went back to the bar. You were sure you were over reacting a little. You really hadn't been used to getting all dolled up, and the few times you did, you really thought you did a pretty good job.

After another drink or two you were standing behind Tyler, while he continued to play poker. The few drinks you had, words he had said before leaving running wild trough your head. You lean down your lips connecting with the spot where his ear meets his neck. Your hands running over his shoulders and down his arms.

"Baby I think it's time to go home," you whisper in his ear.

"After this game," he tells you. You pout a bit before you return to leaving a trail of kisses from his ear down his neck. He gently nudges you off him so he can focus.

"Come find me when you're done, I guess," you huff walking away from where he sat. You couldn't comprehend the way Tyler was acting towards you.

The way you felt, you'd swear you hand had sex for the longest time, not that you'd been thoroughly fucked all morning. You clench your thighs in hopes of lessening the heat that sits between your legs. It doesn't seem to help at all.

You glance over at Tyler, hoping that he'd be done. He's not. You decide to get a drink, it could make things better or it could make things worse. Tequila is most likely not a good idea, but you were craving a spicy watermelon margarita.

You had 1 maybe 2 drinks, and you know you can hold your liquor. So, you weren't really sure why you felt like you were on the verge of throwing a temper tantrum because you weren't getting sex. It's probably just a side effect of lady blue balls. You decide whatever the reason it didn't matter, you were almost pissed.

"Hey y/bfs/n, I need a ride home, I went to the team's casino night. Can you come get me?" you ask.

"Uh yea give me a few." She took 5 maybe 10 minutes to pick you up. You stop to get In n Out before being dropped off at your house.

"Thank you," you kiss her on the cheek before walking in the front door. As soon as the door closes you kick your heels off, next your dress hits the floor. You have left a trail to the room you share with Tyler.

As you started the shower you took a few pictures you sent to him letting him know that you were at home. Tyler had called twice while you were in the shower. After getting out you pulled one of his shirts and a pair of panties you grab your phone and climb in bed. Tyler calls again.

"Hey babe how'd you get home and why'd you go home without me?" he asked.

"Between being hangry, horny, and being ignored I was no longer having a good time. I called y/bfs/n and asked her to pick me up, you tell him, "don't worry I'm not hangary anymore and I'm pretty sure I'm not horny either."

"Well okay, I'll be home in about 10-15 minutes. I love you," he said before hanging up.

You had every intention of waiting for Tyler or at least getting up and picking up the trail of clothes you left. Neither of those happened. As soon as your head hit the pillow you were dead asleep.

#Tyler Seguin #tyler seguin fic #tyler seguin one shot #tyler seguin imagines #tyler seguin imagine #dallas stars fic #dallas stars #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl #casino night

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writernopal · 11 months

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Happy STS. Your oc/s are in a casino, what are they doing there? And how do they leave? (E.g. with money, kicked out by security etc)

Happy STS, Mariah! What a fun question omg

Mariel is definitely fascinated/overwhelmed by all of the amenities and the bright lights on the machines. However, once she realizes there are blackjack tables she'd probably beg Axtapor to take them to one so they can play because she'd be too shy to approach on her own. He'd give in immediately and the two would spend most of the night there though Mariel would probably lose most of his money (she just likes playing for fun 😅) but he probably wouldn't care. He just likes seeing her happy 🥺 They'd end the night playing one of those really gimmicky slot machines together, probably a pirate themed one!

Fay and Wilkes are another story. The two of them are very competitive and money driven so they'd see who could win the most money. Of course, Fya doesn't play fair. She counts cards, plays with loaded dice, swipes chips from other players when they're not looking, etc, and she manages it all without getting caught. Wilkes doesn't play fair either but he manages it through magical means. Whenever he arrives at a table the other players mysteriously start making bad/unlucky choices leaving him as the winner. At the end of the night they cash in their chips while the staff suspiciously eyes them, wondering how they managed to win so much. They leave and are added to a ban list 😅

#thanks for the ask!#nopal answers #aasoaf #axtapor #mariel #fay #wilkes #casino night #sts

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blackhakumen · 1 year

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Mini Fanfic #1069: Poker Night (King of Fighters)

10:45 p.m. at Casino Palace......

Ramon: (Groans in Defeat with Cards in his Hands) Maldita sea, Krohnen, how have you beaten me this time!? I have four Kings in my hand!

Krohnen: Which is cool and all. (Crosses his Arms With a Smirk on his Face) But everyone knows that an Ace trumps any Kings or Queens you have in your disposal.

Ramon: (Rolls his Eyes in Annoyance) Sure it does. (Starts Grumbling in Spanish)

Krohnen: Hey, don't sit here and get at pissy me, casanova. Blame your predictable strategic skills for screwing you over. (Points at his Girlfriend Sitting Beside Him) And Angel for teaching me how to get good at Black Jack.

Angel: (Immediately Pouts at Krohnen) Krohnen! Stop dragging into your mischief.

Krohnen: (Shrugs) Just speaking the truth here, babe. I have gotten a lot better at the game thanks to you.

Angel: And I'm very proud of you for it. (Kiss Krohnen on the Cheek Before Crossing her Arms Together) But my point still stands here.

Antonov: Can I please get something more decent than a pair of twos? I'm running low on chips here!

Angel: Anty, you can't keep throwing your chips in every time you want a new hand.

Antonov: Yeah, but....who knows!? (Starts Twiddling his Fingers Bashfully) I'll might get lucky this time around....(Starts Pouting at Krohnen) Unless your Cookie over there manage to take it from me.

Ramon: He's gonna run all of us dry at this rate....

Krohnen: I can't help that lady luck is on my side tonight.

?????: Luck is a very lovely mistress indeed.

The gang turns around and sees an old, well dressed gentleman making his way towards their table.

?????: But she can only led you so far, if you're willing to put your intelligence to the test that is.

Krohnen: Uhh.... (Raises an Eyebrow at the Suited Man) Do we know you or.....

Antonov: Say.....Aren't you that Oswald fellow? The guy who fights with decks of cards in his hands?

Oswald: (Politely Tips his Hat Off Towards the Gang with a Smile on his Face) That, I am, my good sir. And you, lady and gentlemen, are just the group of people I want to see this evening. You see, I would like to challenge each of you in a simple game of Black Jack.

Angel: Oooooh~ A new challenger approaches?~ What's in it for us?

Oswald: Nothing too complicated I assure you. If one of you I'd able to beat me, then I will be glady to reward you $10,000.00 in cash. Lose and....well, it pains me to say this, but....(Gives Antonov a Bit of a Sinister Look in hus Eyes) I'm afraid I'll have to assassinate your former King of Fighters' Champion from where he stands.

The Gang: WHAT!?

Antonov: (Eyes Widened in Complete Shock and Fear) B-B-But why me!? I didn't do anything to you!.....Have I?

Oswald: Oh no, you haven't done anything of the sorts, at least from what I'm aware of. It just so happens that my recent client....(Turns Around and Sees a Hooded Young Man Hiding Behind One of the Casino Machines Before Turning Back to the Group) Who shall no be named, has paid me to take you out, says that he find your existence bothersome in his eyes.

The former KOF champ whimpers in sadness as Angel gently rubs his back.

Krohnen: So you're making play a card game to save Antonov's life? (Transform his Robotic Arm into a Mini Drill) How about we cut the case and start kicking your suit wearing ass instead?

Oswald: You're welcome to try, scoundrel. But I'd rather we don't settle this in an all out brawl, especially in such a beautiful night like this.

Krohnen: (Rolls his Eyes) Seems like a boring ass night to me. (Grits his Teeth at Oswald) And the name's Krohnen....

Antonov: Now Krohnen, my boy, there's no need for you to get upset. (Smiles Reassuringly and Very Nervously) How about we give another round of Black Jack a chance here, yeah?

Ramon/Angel: (Quickly Nodding Their Heads in Agreement)

Krohnen: (Turns to Antonov and Rest of Their Crew) You.... do realize that we're gambling on your life here, right?

Antonov: True, but there's still a 50/50 chance for one of us winning!....Hopefully!

Ramon: We have the chance to safe our boss' life AND win the moolah he promised to give us. It's a win-win for all of us!

Angel: And we'll figure a way to get out this as soon as everything starts going south. Just trust us on this, Cookie.

Angel/Ramon/Antonov: (Gives Krohnen a Triple Puppy Dog Eyes) PLEEEEEEEEEEASE!?

Krohnen: (Stares at the Trio For a Few Seconds Before Sighing in Defeat) Alright, fine. We'll accept your challenge. (Points at Oswald While Glaring at Him) You better hold up your end of the bargain, four-eyes.

Oswald: I will. In the meantime .....(Takes Out a Deck of Cards Out From his Sleeves and Begins to Do Some Nifty Cards Tricks as He Makes his Way Behind the Group's Table With a Grin on his Face) Shall we get started then?

Angel: Wait! Before we do anything, everyone get up!

Krohnen: O....kay? (Gets Up From his Seat Along With the Others) What now?

Angel: (Grabs her Chin While Thinking) Hmmmmmmmm......Okay. (Points Out the Assigned Seats) Krohnenny, you sit here, Ramon, over there, Anty, over there, and I'll sit here.

Ramon: (Raises an Eyebrow at Angel) Is...this suppose to better our chances of winning in anyway?

Angel: (Smiles Brightly) Yep-Yep!~ Totally!~ (Smiles Sheepishly) Or....at least I hope it does......

Krohnen: ('Sighs') Here's hoping for a random miracle I guess.....(Takes a Seat He Was Assigned to Along With the Others)

Oswald: Now, I do hope we all remember the rules of this game. (Places Two Cards on Each Side of the Table) The dealer, such as myself, will not be showing his card and must stay 17 or higher at the start.

Krohnen: Sounds about right

Angel: Yep!~

Ramon: That's the rules.

Antonov: ('Nervous Gulp') W-We're ready when you are.....

Oswald: Great. Let us begin. (Turns to Antonov) Now, what would you like to do first, my good man?

Antonov: Hit me.

Oswald: You....sure you want to do that this early in the game?

Antonov: Crazy move on my part, but....(Smiles Sheepishly) w-who knows!? I'm sure the card you give me won't be too terribl-

Antonov receives 8 Clovers with a Queen and 7 Hearts in his Hand.

Antonov: (Eyes Widened andTwitches in Silent at his Cards in Front of Him For a Few Seconds Before Smiling Again) Welp! (Pulls Out a Notepad From Out his Coat Pocket) Time to write out my last will and testament! (Tears Start Falling Down From his Eyes) ('Sniff') In shame.....

Oswald: That....might've been the fastest loss I've ever seen happened in my career in gambling yet.

Ramon: (Shrugs) Luck and Antonov never mixed all that well I'm afraid......

Krohnen: Man's a walking bad luck charm.

Antonov: AHHHHHHHHAHH! (Burst Out Crying Before Burying his Head on the Table)

Angel: (Gently Rubs Antonov's Back Again While Glaring at the Duo) Boys! (Turns Back to her Boss Wity a Reassuring Smile on her Face) Don't worry, Anty. Los chicos and I boy will avenge you before you know it. Really hoping I don't have to eat those words, but that's beside the point!!

Krohnen: Your turn, Ramon.

Ramon: ('Sigh') Si, si....I heard you the second time, amigo...

Oswald: (Turns to Ramon) Would you like another card, sir?

Ramon: (Look at his Cards in Front of Him) With a hand like mines, I'll take as many as I can get. Hit me.

Ramon was given 2 Spades with 4 Diamonds and 3 Clovers in his hands.

Ramon: (Sighs While Facepalming Himself) Oh mi dios maldito.....Is Antonov's bad luck is starting rub off on me all of the sudden now? This is the worse hand I received yet. Hit me.

Ramon now receives a King.

Ramon: (Puts on. A Satisfied Grin) Ah now we're getting somewhere. I'm leaving it as is for now.

Oswald: A wise choice for now, my good man. (Turns to Angel) Now, miss, what would you like to have?

Angel: (Smiles Brightly) No cards for me, thanks!~

Oswald: (Eyes Widened a Tiny Bit in Genuine Surprise) Y....You're serious.

Angel: Yep. Serious as buzzy bee!~

Oswald: I admire you optimistic confidence, but you do realize that you only have fourteen in your deck, right? It'll cost you the game immensely if you continue to refuse the offer.

Angel: I'm aware of the risk, but answer stays the same. Besides, if anything, I'm willing to let my cutie of a novio handle things from here while we wait.

Krohnen: (Slowly Turns his Head to Angel in Surprise) What the fuc- Angel, are you seriously letting me do this shit alone?

Angel: (Happily Nodded) That's right!~ If there's anyone I trust enough to win this, it's you, Cookie~

Krohnen: (Puts on a Deadpinned Look on his Face) Not one of the greatest choices you've made so far really......

Angel: Krohnen!

Krohnen: What? I'm just saying!

Angel: You said you trust us.

Krohnen: I did and I still do! I just...('Sigh') Don't want to screw it up for all of you, alright?

Angel: (Puts on a Soft, Reassuring Smile on her Face) I know the situation we're in, is scary right now, but have a little more faith in yourself, okay? You can do this.

Ramon: (Simply Nodded With a Smile on his Face) She's right, amigo. Despite our chances, we still believe in you 104% give or take.

Antonov weakly gives Krohnen a thumbs up while weeping softly on the table.

Krohnen: ('Sigh') Alright. I'll carry this one for the team....Hopefully. .

Angel: (Smiles Brightly) That's the spirit!~ And to make sure you won't lose confidence, I reward you with some lovely good luck kisses~

Angel blows out three invisible kisses towards Krohnen's viewpoint.

Krohnen: Not sure that it'll do much, but thanks I guess.

Angel: I'll alsk give you very special, private loving making hours in Anty's bedroom tonight if you win~ (Winks at Krohnen)

Antonov: (Immediately Got his Head Up From the Table) Wait what?

Krohnen: Deal.

Antonov: But- What- No! I- WHAT!?

Ramon: (Rolls his Eyes) Guess I won't have any beauty sleep tonight....

Oswald: ('Sigh') Youth and romance.....Such a interesting combination to behold, no?

Krohnen: Yeah, sure, whatever. Are we gonna continue the game here or not?

Oswald: Yes, yes. Apologies for the delay. I do hope you have more sense than your lady friend there.

Angel: Oi!

Krohnen: My girlfriend never has any sense.

Angel: OI!

Krohnen: But since you wanna be a cheeky bastard so badly.....(Separate Two of his Cards From Sode to Side) then I would like to split my hand into two.

Oswald: Interesting choice of events. But there's just one problem with that I'm afraid

Krohnen: What is it?

Oswald: If you plan on splitting your hand, then you must make another bet on the other half of your hand.

Krohnen: Oh, I'm aware. And that's why I'm offering Phoenix, as part of the wager.

Angel: Phoeni- ('GASPS') Krohnen, that's your ride you're betting on!

Ramon: You sure about this, camarada? You seem to really like that bike of yours.

Krohnen: Yeah, but......It's whatever at this point, you know? It's hell of a better option than betting on something more important.

Oswald: Not the possession I would've imagine, but I suppose it'll do for the time being.

Krohnen: You're gonna keep over analyzing over there or are you gonna give me my card already?

Oswald: Not the suspense type of fellow I see....

Krohnen: Not when money and one of our lives are involved.

Oswald: Suit yourself.

Krohnen receives 8 Spades on one side.

Krohnen: Gimme another.

Krohnen then receives 9 Clovers on the same side.

Oswald: (Smirks a Bit) ('Hmph') Well, isn't this a misfortunate turn of events. It seems your luck is starting to dwindle rapidly with only one hand remains.

Krohnen: More than enough to take the win. Now hit me!

Krohnen receives 4 Hearts on top of his 6 Diamonds on the other half of the broken hand.

Oswald: Seems you're not looking too good, my friend. You're down to one final card. I do hope you know this could ultimately decide the fate of your former champion, yes?

Antonov: (Crosses Two of his Fingers in Plead) Please, please, please make this one count. I'm too old to fear for my life right now!

Ramon: Maybe I should've made another hit when I had the chance.......

Krohnen: You think I was born yesterday? I know the risk and I ain't backing down worth a shit.

Oswald: If you insist.....

As tension continues to rise and the gang's (minus Krohnen) concerns begins to show in each of their faces, Oswald gives the blue haired young man hus final card for the night which just so happens to be......

Oswald: (Eyes Begins to Widened Again) What? An Ace?

Ramon: Then. that means.....

Krohnen: (Smirk Starts to Show) I came out with 21 in total. Pressure's on you now, four-eyes.

Antonov: My god.....(Smiles Tearfully) My live is saved......

Angel: I knew you had it in ya, cookie!~

Oswald: I wouldn't start celebrating just yet. I have yet to reveal the second card in my hand.

Krohnen: Then do it already.

Oswald: That's what I'm doing right now, thank you. Youngins these day.....

Oswald turns his other card around revealing itself to be one measly Joker, much to his dismiss.

Oswald: Well. This truly is unfortunate.

Krohnen: (Smirk Grew Wider) Game, set, and match.

Antonov: (Immediately Gets Up From his Seat in Joy) We won! WE FREAKING WOOOOOON!!!~ (Pulls Ramon and Angel into a Heartdy Group Hug)

Ramon: Choke.....Choking me!

Angel: (Giggles Softly) We're happy for ya, gran chico!~

Oswald: (Smiles a Bit) I must admit, Krohnen, your play this evening has colored me impressed. (Sticks his Habd Out a Krohnen for a Proper Handshake) Well done.

Krohnen: (Accepts the Gesture) Thanks. I guess you're really not that much of a dick than I thought. I actually had a fun time in a casino for once.

Oswald: Glad that you did. Now, how about I take each of you out to eat? It'll be my finest of treats.

Angel: $10,000 prize AND free dinner!? This HAS to be the luckiest night our lives, Krohnenny!~

Krohnen: (Grins Victoriously) You damn right it is, babe.

Meanwhile in the Distance.....

Kukuri: (Angrily Throws his Binoculars Down on the Ground) GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING BULLFUCK SHIT!! I can't believe I wasted $100,00 on that crap! I want a refund damnit!

?????: Kukuriiiiiii......

The hooded young man's eyes widens in fear as he slowly turns around to the source of the familiar voice, which just so happens to belong to his master, Dolores.

Dolores: What is this I hear about you planning a assassination on that poor man?

Kukuri: I....I. ca ex-PLAIN!? (Wonces in Pain as He Immediately Gets hus Ear Pulled by his Own Mother)

Dolores: Oh i will make you explain EVERYTHING once we get back to our hotel rooms! Have you lost your goddamn mind, young man? I have had it up to here with you nonsense right now! (Continues Scolding her Son as She Drags Him Out of the Casino with Ease)

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