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[b][u]Los Paraisos: Pellagio Casino: Blackjack Table[/u][/b]

Moira’s explosive anger took Don, Serena, and everyone else completely by surprise, making them all recoil in fright and for Don to emit a high pitched ‘Eeep!’ Her anger would have no doubt blown up to mammoth proportions, her fist flying out and smacking Don straight in the kisser, were it not for Serena warning her to step down and step back. It was only when Moira remembered where she was that she came to her senses, although she was still livid. Livid at the disbelief with how anyone could possibly be [i]this[/i] stupid. 

"Don..." Syed started to comfort. "If you've having trouble understanding the cards, I can help you. I won't tell anyone if you want."

"I think you need to try another game," Moira scowled, folding her arms. "One what doesn't need you to know what the fuck you're doing."

"Does he even have enough money to try another game?" Amy added, mimicking Moira’s arm folding as she looked over the blackjack table scene. At first it was interesting to watch the man flail and lose despite his best attempts to appear suave and cool, but now it was just embarrassing. She started to understand how Dylan had felt. 

But Don… Don couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t take the doubt… the lack of faith in his companions. And so!

“Of course I have money!!” Don screamed, suddenly pulling out of his suit’s inner pocket the sum total of the savings he had accumulated through his time with the Pride so far. Savings that he had actually been building up to pay back Marise with, now being exchanged with Serena for more chips. 

“Er, big bro, do you… do you really think…?” Dylan tried to step in, but the transaction happened far too soon for him or anyone else to interfere. Although Serena did it begrudgingly, she had no choice but to comply- if it was what the player wanted, then she had to accept. The house certainly wouldn’t look on her favourably for turning away Don’s money, and it would be her job on the lifeline. 

“I BET ALL OF IT!” Don suddenly threw back all the chips Serena had exchanged his gald for, pushing the rainbow spectrum of plastic back forward. “LET’S GO!!!”

“I… I can’t watch!” Syed covered his eyes. 

“Oh Aislin!”

“I need another drink. No, two. No wait, [i]three[/i].”

“YOU FUCKING IDIOT!” Moira bellowed. “YOU STUPID, FUCKING IDI-”

And out from the deal came an Ace and a King. 21. Blackjack. 

“Woohooooo!!!” Don bounced into the air, kicking his stool away to the thunderous applause of everyone around him. Hitting blackjack netted Don back 1.5x his bet. In this one hand, he had made back everything he had betted so far… and actually [i]made[/i] money. 

Don scrambled onto the table, suddenly reaching forward and without warning gripping Serena in an unexpected kiss, before jumping back and spinning in the spot, kicking his leg out and finishing in a stylish pose, flicking and pointing his finger into the air. 

“OH YEAH! DON CAPUELLO, GAMBLING P(B)RO EXTRAORDINAIRE!! WOOHOO!!”

“I… I don’t believe it…” All four of his companions echoed in unison.

Don then raced forwards again, leaning down and scooping his gigantic haul of chips into his arms and turning to skip onwards… taking Moira’s advice of playing a new game of chance. 

“C’mon bros, sis’s! The night’s still young!!”

(It wasn’t night time.)