The Dealer
Ryan pulled up his map and meandered through campus, arriving at the bustling casino.
The flashing lights and loud noises peppered Ryan as he walked in the magnificent golden doors that seemed to slam behind him, forcing him to enter deeper into the jaws of a lion.
As he entered the playing floor, a hologram hovered in front of him, "1 Campus Credits = 1 Chip."
Roulette, baccarat, blackjack, so many games he could choose from. However, Ryan had already set his sights on a target.
"Student or staff," the security guard drilled, glancing up at Ryan between the slits of her eyelids.
"Student," Ryan said, showing his campus bracelet.
The muscles of the guard's biceps rippled as she took out a device that looked like a mix between a label scanner and a laser gun. She pointed it at his wristband and asked, "Alright, how many campus credits would you like to convert into chips?"