Read Flip of a coin :: Fated Bet

“BET IT ALL ON BLACK 13!”

Without a care in the world, I slide my gigantic stack of chips onto the empty spot, ready to once again up my already massive winnings.

“The hell? He’s betting everything? Is this man nuts!?”

“No one’s luck is that good, right? This moron is going to lose everything on this roll!”

“Christ…I-Is he really going to bet a solid million on this?”

I scoff at the gawkers who hovered around me like a bunch of noisy seagulls, yapping in my ear each time I had made a bet, always doubting I’d win the payout, only to then act shocked when I put them in their place, to the point that some would accuse me of cheating.

Such a tiresome cycle made me want to sock every single one of these fools square in the jaw for daring to paint me as some cowardly cheater.

"Alright, no more bets! We shall now put the ball in play!” With that, the croupier threw the ball in roulette and officially set the game in motion.

We watched as the ball rolled and bounced about; everyone around me leaned in with fated breaths, not only for their own cash on the line but also to see if the puny ball would land on my number.

I, on the other hand, just sat back, arms wrapped behind my head and my eyes closed to sneak in a power nap while I waited for my number to be called. I was able to hear everyone’s periodic gasps; they were most likely screeching when the ball looked like it was going to land on something other than my number.

Didn’t worry me in the slightest, for I had lady luck on my side and knew without a doubt that a glorious number was about to be called.

“And the winning number is….BLACK 13!”

Just as predicted, my number had tripled my million-dollar pocket change, though what was also predictable was the following freak-out from the unruly crowd.

“No freaking way! The madman won again!”

“This is ridiculous! I wasted $3000 on this forsaken place, and yet he gets to walk away a multi-millionaire!? This place has to be rigged!

“Agreed! No one can win every game without a single loss! Who the fuck is this guy, and why are they rigging the games in his favour!?”

Such a pathetic group of sore losers, not worth even giving the time of day to such whinny pricks who can’t accept they are dealing with the luckiest man alive.

Ignoring the obnoxious onlookers, I rise from my chair and approach the good croupier to collect my winnings. “Looks like another $3 mil for me, Mr. Jacob. Now could you be a pal and let the front desk know I’m ready to cash out after I take my victory piss?”

“...Of course, sir.” With an aggressive scowl, the man pulled out his walkie-talkie and did as I instructed, leaving me to only have to present my ID and claim my winnings once I was done pissing.

From how much vitriol the good ol croupier had towards me, it was only a matter of time before this casino would kick me out for constantly winning and accuse me of cheating, something they would have a tough time proving since my hands are clean as a whistle.

This place was starting to bore me anyway, so it was about time for a change of scenery, though right now that change should be the bathroom so I can empty my bladder from all the tequila I had guzzled down.

“...Oh, what have we here?” It was then that Lady Luck smiled upon me once more, rewarding me with yet another win in the form of a lonely wallet left smack-damp in the middle of the floor with not a single soul taking notice.

Without a second thought, I pick up the wallet and quickly stash it into my back pocket, making sure the original owner wasn’t wondering about as I continue my journey to the bathroom.

Excited to count my second set of winnings for the night.

“$780...$790...$795? Lord, this guy doesn’t even have a full $800 in here.” After finishing up my quick piss, I leaned back on one of the walls and finished counting the cash I had found in that missing wallet I picked up.

Quite a pathetic haul, especially compared to the cool $3 mil I had won just minutes ago. I wanted to know who the poor loser was who owned this wallet, so I searched through his wallet and pulled out his ID, quickly recognising that this belonged to one of the waiters who had served our drinks at the poker table.

Mr. Tom Gerald seemed to be his name, along with all the important information a devious thief could ever want to steal from the man, including how to contact him and even his current address. The fact he couldn’t keep a wallet with such important information safe proved he deserved to lose it, and he should be grateful it fell into my hands and not another with ill intent.

It might be a pitiful amount, but money is still money, so I put the wallet back in my pocket, pushing myself off the wall, and approached the big oval mirror by the taps so I could fix up my hair, straw hat, sunglasses, and Hawaiian top, only to be rudely interrupted by a familiar face.

“O-Oh pardon me, sir,” the man frantically burst in through the door, looking to be in a panic, before he noticed my presence and greeted me with a quick bow. “My name is Tom Gerald, and I seem to have lost my wallet and been asking about to see if anyone had found it.” Yep, this was the same man; you can’t mistake that horrible acne-ridden face and messy blonde hair. “Have you by chance come across my wallet, sir?”

“Sorry, but I haven’t seen your wallet, kid.” I take off my hat and start fixing up my hair. “Hate to say it, but it seems unlikely you're ever going to see that wallet again,” because I’m sure as hell ain’t going to give it back to this careless man.

“Ah...Crap!” the man said under his breath as he punched the wall beside him and mummerd something about his kid under his breath; at least that’s what it sounded like, though didn’t really give a crap to ask. “Well...Thank you for your help anyway, and sorry for the outburst there; that was unprofessional of me.”

You can say that again: that’s no way to act in front of a customer, regardless of what’s going on in your life. “Don’t worry about it.” He’s just lucky I’m in too much of a good mood to take this up with his boss. “Good luck finding it, and be sure to take better care of your things next time, alright? Never know who might end up taking it." Luckily, it was me and not someone who would want to use his info for terrible reasons.

The man didn’t say anything, only nodding in response before leaving with a highly concerned expression painted across his face. Such an absent-minded man shouldn’t be trusted to handle even something as simple as handing out drinks.

Whatever, I got some extra cash to wipe my ass with, so it wasn’t a big deal to watch him have a temper tantrum over a next-to-worthless $800.

Slicking back my hair and making sure it looked nice and clean for the ladies, I looked over myself once more to see if I needed to clean myself up any more, only to come to the forgone conclusion that not only was my style flawless but also how freaking sexy I truly am.

I may see this perfect bod every morning and night, but I just can’t stop myself from admiring the peak of human perfection right before me.

Was about to strike some poses and flex my gigantic muscles to really take in all this handsome body has to offer...Only for a certain someone to appear behind me in the mirror out of nowhere and ruin the mood.

“You look like you're having a good time there? Must feel really proud of yourself for taking that guy’s money, huh?”

“Damn right, I do; after all, it might teach that absent-minded fool a lesson to take better care of his things.” Fitting in at least one flex and kissing my jacked arm, I decided it was time to give my hooded ‘friend’ here my full attention. “Enough about that, though; how the hell have you been, Dealer?”

Been quite a while since you last visited