"I won, but Mr. Big Smelly Sore Loser can't stand it and keeps saying I cheated," Ivy smirks, pointing a thumb over her shoulder back at the college student. "You wanna know how I won, and why he can't [i]stand[/i] it? I hustled until he bet [i]everything[/i]. Then Lady Luck showed her cards. Don't tell him though." Ivy's smile is mischievous and satisfied.