ChiefKeef laid back in his chair, he had been thinking about his recent run at the dicing hall, he had gone on a 12 losing streak and was not doing well off, he even diced for some people from Los Angeles, that didn't end so well for him and so he had done something else, he went home, and smashed some of his shit, knowing that he needed to take his anger out on something and the mocking laughter of his fellow mobsters had echoed throughout his mind tauntingly.

The men, Elvis and BigDaddyDee had continued to laugh, even when the situation was over, it was something that they would never let him live down. He had already made some cash made from his recent business dealings, he looked into his kitchen for a moment before sighing, his forehead creasing before he shrugged, knowing if and when he would have eaten and he was sure that he would have.

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Walking into the dicing hall again, Chief walked towards the dealer, he noticed a certain gleam in their eyes as they seemingly knew that he was here to lose more money. Chief placed his bundle of cash on the table, he took a hold of the dice, making sure that he wished for good luck, he looked into the eyes of the dealer as he noticed the roll and could easily tell that he won, beating house out of ten ground, before doing another bet.

An hour later was all it took, an hour was all it took for Keef to stare down at the dice table with wide eyes, a single tear rolled down his cheek as he no longer had the money necessary for his own addiction, he noticed that his stomach had rumbled as he could not help but groan before realising something.

"Well, there's no money for food now, this fucking casino is rigged as a motherfucker!"

Joey had been drinking for a while, trying to win at the dice hall himself, he had been using his own personal cash, knowing that his boss MasterBates would never allow him to dice the family coffers and that type of shit was not the type of shit he liked. He walked around, noticing how ChiefKeef seemed to be a bit different, he looked a bit sad as well, the guy was definitely having a bad time at the tables, he seemed to be all out of cash. He looked around for Elvis and BigDaddyDee, hm, it didn't seem like the men of Seattle had been here to tear their friend a new one. 

"Chief you fucker! Look at you man, wallowing here in self-pity! Pick ya self up, I'll give you some cash to continue on with your nice little run here, how about that?"

He walked over, placing a hand on his shoulder, also taking a sip of his bourbon, before noticing how his fellow Seattle Mobster had been reaching inside his coat pocket for a single bill, which was a fifty. It was now that Joey simply laughed with a radiant smile, it was a snicker that turned into a full-blown laugh.

"Oh for the love of mary, look at you man, a single fifty, it's ten grand, man, C'mon!"

He reached inside his inner coat pocket and pulled out a stack of bills, placing it down on the table with a smirk. 

"There! Continue man, enjoy!"