As the sun began to rise over the beautiful city of Las Vegas, two types of people were about. Some of them were there for a holiday, to enjoy the sights, spend a little money and just unwind. Others were here to make a lot of money, but it’s naive to expect to make money at a place like this. Only about 1% of people will ever win bit in a place like this. 

And with that, enter Mr 1% himself, Sebastian. Sebastian was a rather tall and slender man with long red hair and a wide smile slapped on his face. Sebastian usually spent his time driving taxis, but he had saved just enough for a night in Vegas at a casino. He hadn’t had a chance to go to a casino since he had moved to Atlanta, what with them being not actually legal and all that. But, after a rather eventful night, he had emerged with an extra twelve grand under his belt. It started with a few small wins, but he just kept winning and winning. And he didn’t even have to cheat this time! Granted, last time he tried that he wound up in an alley with some rather unfriendly gentlemen. He waved down a taxi as he got to the street. 

[color=Crimson]“The airport thanks. I have a flight in like… half an hour? If you can get me there quick, I’ll throw in a rather nice tip.”[/color] He said with a wink to the driver as he stepped into the back seat. It felt a little odd not to be in the driver’s seat, but he was a little too tired to care. He hadn’t slept since he arrived yesterday, so he was understandably a little tired. He didn’t even bother with accommodation, in his mind sleeping just meant you had less time to have fun. That was starting to take a toll though, as he found himself drifting off to sleep as the movements of the taxi rocked him slowly to sleep. But his peaceful respite was interrupted by the gruff voice of the driver informing him that they had arrived. He rubbed his eyes before checking his watch to see another twenty minutes before he had to leave.

[color=Crimson]“Well look at that, you did pretty well”[/color] He said as he rummaged through his wallet, handing the man what he assumed was a $20 note. In his sleep deprived state, he had accidentally handed the man $100 but he left before the man could say anything. Not that he minded too much, he had enough to keep him going for a while. 

He stumbled his way through the check in and through the baggage checks, made far easier by the fact he had forgotten to bring a bag. He wasn’t sure if he had planned to bring a bag or not. Or even if he had actually brought one with him in the first place. That said, he didn’t have one now so he didn’t think he had actually brought one. He sat in his seat and the plane proceeded to take off shortly after. His mind started to wander though, he had never really been too lucky when it came to gambling. That was a lot of the reason he kept going back, he was determined to finally have a lucky break. He had to wonder if it was a good thing though, was it possible to use all your luck? What if he had used it all and got hit by a car when he got home or something. 

[color=Crimson]“Naah, my luck has turned around, I can feel it in my bones...”[/color] He muttered before he drifted off to sleep.