Daily high rolling, complementary broads, and drinks, chucking 20k on a hand of black jack like it was nothin', Silent_Gambler five minutes ago had just lost his house, car and all belongings in a single roulette spin, 500million net worth gone as 00 house wins and in the blink of an eye it's all gone.
'Well that was anti-climactic.'
With one dollar left in his pocket Silent_Gambler bought a whiskey shot and sat silently at the bar.
The dream was to make 1billion, so Silent_Gambler had always planned to gamble the lot as soon as he hit 500million,
Which is exactly what he did do.  
The question now is does Silent_Gambler have the tenacity to bounce back from this, make the 500mil' back and try roulette again?
If this was going to have a chance Silent_Gambler was going to need a sponsor.
The sponsor would be the single one and only person Silent_Gambler would communicate with and break his usual silence.

Mafia Returns - The Game  <-----  Link to Silent_Gambler's profile page.  The place where dreams come true aslong as you bring money.

Many people passed through the bar area on the casino, but Silent_Gambler didn't notice them, he had his head on the bar and his arms wrapped around his head.
Nursing the single whiskey he had, buying time for a stranger to appear and relinquish him from this living nightmare,  it wasn't the money that hurt the most, instead it was the fact that he failed on the very last bet, and would now have to begin the long road to 1billion again from absolute scratch.  Just the thought of it gave him half an anxiety attack.
Gambling was the only thing Silent_Gambler knew though so no matter how, why, or when it was enevitable Silent_Gambler would return to make his fortune back and this time he had a good feeling about th 500million dollar roullete spin and was rady to go for it again ASAP.
For now however he was stuck in this bar and needed a way out of this perdiciment.....

Silent_Gambler finally raised his head off of the bar and wiped the sweat off of his forehead, 
in one smooth motion he threw back the whickey, to the back of his throat and gulped it down.
Silent_Gambler stood up off the bar stool, and took a dep breath....

......A wealthy individual stood in the door way, and stared at Silent_Gambler, but who was it?

Silent_Gambler waited in hopes that they would introduce themselves, and if they were willing to sponsor Silent_Gambler then this could be just the miracle he wished for!

The bartender suggested a small dice session 1v1 to demonstrate Silent_Gambler's abilities,  would anyone accept this proposal? the wealthy person that now stood watching Silent_Gambler and the bartender converse.

'If I can just get someone to stake me and get me back in the game, then problem is solved.'

Silent_Gambler leant back against the bar and casually observed the was this person moved, slowly with no haste, the true mark of a wealthy individual.

'Silent_Gambler's my name, I'm sure you just heard i chucked 500mill' on  a single spin and got fucked over with a double zero.'
'Introduce yourself, let's get aquainted because if your'e here to do what I think you are here to do, then we are both about to become very rich!'

[This story may or may not continue, depending on a second person joining to play the role of the wealthy individual that enterer the bar.  You would be required to really stake money/credits, so please be aware of what this entails.  Thank you.]

I VEHEMENTLY OBJECT to the closure of this thread.

With the divine mandate given to me by the competitive writing community, I command you to continue.

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