Chapter One James spread his cards neatly onto the table, showing his expected victory. After all, James was the top of top, the best that anyone could dream to be at the art of gambling. He rounded his arms around the neatly stacked chips and pulled them over to his own collection. James smiled at the large stack chips. These were his life, what he spent every moment of his wealthy life doing. He raised his cigar to his mouth and took a slow breath and he exhaled, forming smoke that rose to the ceiling and faded away, much like his opponents luck. The other men at the table left without a word, their sullen faces aimed at the floor in despair as James gave them a smug look from behind. He rose from his table, and walking away with a pace of arrogance and wealth. James took notice of others- drunken fools, family men, even men of wealth similar to James himself. He continued a slow pace as he pushed open the casino's doors and left as the moon rose higher. ~~~~~~~~~ Victor sat quietly on the couch of his apartment. His sleepy eyes took notice of his surroundings once more- a dirty, horrible home with a crappy TV sitting parallel to his couch and a creaky sink next to a mini-fridge. Victor got up from his seat and opened the door of the refrigerator and grabbed a cheap beer. Victor returned to his seat on the couch a drank solemnly. Nothing could be worse than this, Victor thought. Expect an update, and please, any constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated.