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

“Ooh, ooh! What game’s this?!” Don screamed, spinning around and cutting up the Pride’s conversation by butting himself in-between Dylan, Moira, Syed, Trixie, Selan and Lucien. Small bits and pieces of his hulking stack collection trailed and spilt along the floor, when then, all of a sudden, Don suddenly plonked the whole massive stack onto the table, pushing it forward.

“I know this one! This is called… er… rulers, right?” Don grinned. 

“Roulette, you idiot!” Moira huffed again. 

“Roulette! That’s it… oh! Selan! Littler Bro! Little Missy!” Don eyes suddenly lit up once he noticed his friends had arrived, and Don lunged forwards for a powerful hug of Selan. Whatever negative feelings he felt concerning himself and his similarity to his father during the events of Vandrell had all been momentarily discarded, lost as he was instead of the rapture and fun of the Pellagio casino. In contrast to the slow, agonising month prior where Don had tried his best to keep his distance from Selan, now… just seeing her lit up his world far brighter then any of the flashing slot machines. And with Selan dressed and looking as she was, she was simply gorgeous- with no man possibly being able to resist. It was as the saying went: “Time and distance made the heart grow fonder.” For Don, at least.

Selan, however, sidestepped it quite effortlessly, and instead Don ended up headbutting and tackling poor Lucien to the ground, the two men lying in a messy pile on the floor. 

“Ah, your bet, sir?” The Roulette dealer asked, the ball already in process of spinning. 

“Ah! Cleric Sis!!” Don screamed. “Red or black?!”

Amy, transfixed as she was by the spinning images before her with every tug of the lever next to the machine, didn’t even look to Don. The answer was of course obvious from her. 

“One… more… go… red… one… more… go…” Cling. Clunk clunk clunk. Brrrrrrr.

“RED!” Don’s fist shot into the sky, the only thing visible over the edge of the roulette table to the dealer.

“Red it is then,” The Roulette dealer nodded, using one of the casino’s crutches to position the giant pile onto the red betting section. “Betting is now closed.” The dealer waved his hands over the betting area, confirming that no more new bets could be made, before standing back up with his hands clasped behind his back. 

“You pillock!” Moira screamed again at Don. “You just won all that and now you’re betting it all?!”

“I’m with my friends!” Don smiled back from off the floor, Lucien still trapped and dazed underneath. “I’m feeling lucky!”

“It’s stopping, it’s stopping!” Trixie bounced up and down. And sure enough it was, the metal ball slowing down in its rotation around the roulette wheel. What was originally a blur of red, blacks and golds now became clearer and clearer, the numbers marked on each segment of the wheel now coming into focus. And the roulette ball… slowing down even further…

“RED 7!” The dealer called out.

[i]“Woohooooooo!!”[/i] Don screamed again, now having twice the number of chips he originally had. Trixie and Selan’s own eyes widened in disbelief as they saw their bet return 35-1 of the original bet. 

“I’m putting it all in again!!” Don suddenly pushed his gigantic stack forward onto the table again, the towers of chips leaning over and collapsing, spilling everywhere. “Selan, Selan! What number should we choose?!” Despite Trixie being the one to choose the number, it was made on Selan’s behalf, so Don considered it her bet. Whilst a certain other player…

[b]“FUCKING BOLLOCKS!”[/b] Moira screamed. Red 7? Red 7? Why the fuck not Red 9?? What the fuck?!