The Minor Leagues Can Wait

Roulette is like the little league of the casino, but we are moving on up to the minor league. Card Games, more specifically Texas Hold'em. I see the high roller table out of the corner of my eye and a new flame is lit under me as I spot HER.

An extravagantly beautiful skin tight red dress outlines her curvaceous figure. Her black hair with streaks of crimson is tied neatly in a bun with a chopstick-style hair clip poking out the side of said bun. Madelyn wasn't always such a looker. When I first found myself in this casino she was a regular gambler not too different from my recently deceased self. We made small talk every so often until I got up the courage to ask her out. We dated for a while until my gambling addiction outgrew her own and she was able to see what she was doing to herself vicariously through me. She swapped her addiction to gambling to an addiction to exercising. She quickly lost weight and started taking more care in her appearance. I honestly have no qualms with her in hindsight. She broke up with me a year into dating because for the last 3 months she tried to get me to join her in her self improvement journey but I loved the games more than I loved her. She gave me more chances than I deserved and I should have apologized. 

That's all in the past now, but seeing her next to the man who I lost to in my last game, not as a participant but seemingly his guest, it was quite infuriating. I make my way over to the table and watch the end of the current game. The man next to Madelyn, his name is Donald, he bets 2000 off the flop with a small grin form in the corner off his mouth. I seem to be the only one who catches it because only one other participant calls his bet. Next card comes around and its the same all around. The river comes out and it makes a three of a kind on the table. Donald bets 5000 this time and the opponent folds obviously thinking Donald might have a full house. Donald shows his cards and he had nothing, it was all a bluff. The opponent gets up from the table and storms off taking his diminished chip stash with him. I take this as an opportunity and take his place. All eyes fall on me. "What's the buy-in?" I inquire.