Alexander smiled happily as he walked down the street. Another great gambling run in Blackjack and Poker. Plenty of great hands, and successful bluffs when the hands were bad. He had also managed to quit while he was ahead, and left with a lot of people's money. 

As he was walking, however, a group of five guys quickly surrounded him. Alexander recognized most of them as the people he beat the pants off of in the casino. It seemed like these guys didn't take kindly to his money-making ways. 

"You're in trouble now, funny man," one of them said. "Give us back our money, and maybe no one gets hurt." At that moment, all of them began taking out small knives and shanks from within their clothing. 

Alexander sighed. At least one person was going to get hurt indeed. 

"You mean... [i]this[/i] money?" Alexander asked as he pulled out a small wad of cash and threw it into the air. The thugs looked up, distracted by the scattering bills, and Alexander lashed out at one of the men, kicking him in the chest and sending him flying backwards. The men quickly realized what had happened, but Alexander was quicker and punched another guy in the face, knocking him down to the ground. 

The men were not so easily beaten, though, and managed to hold him at knifepoint while they began collecting the money Alexander had scattered. Alexander, however, was not worried. If anything, he looked like he still had the advantage. Perhaps it was time he got a special [i]friend[/i] of his to help out.