WideAwake arrives from the South Side district of Chicago into Las Vegas and sits down at a table of some high rollers and known sharks native to the area. She straights out her blouse and puts her sunglasses on and sits at the table. She asks what the game is and one of these hot shot high rollers glares at her and says, "It's Texas Hold'Em sweetheart.. why don't you go worry your little behind at those slot machines over there and let the men play." 

She looks up...

"Cash table or tournament?"

"Tournament, lady"

WideAwake smirks and sits down and gets dealt her cards. The normality of a good poker game ensues. She wins a few and loses a few but maintains herself in a calm and collective fashion practicing patience with every last bit of her soul. She eventually hits a big hand and knocks a few off the table and starts to learn the tells of each every one of these sharks until she is left with just Mr. Hot Shot who decided to degrade her ability to play with the big boys.

The cards are dealt. She HITS! Pocket ACES!

The board reads: ACE, FOUR, THREE.

She now is standing with triple aces and knows she has one of the best hands available. The initial flop bet was large and there is no way he would've called with TWO, FIVE. So the straight is OUT!

The next card flips: TEN

She looks up at him and smirks knowing it cannot possible help his hand so she passively tosses $200 into the pot... and he RAISES.

She thinks to herself.. "What the hell does this joker have?"

The river flips: FOUR

That's it she says! She has the full house. ACES OVER FOURS! 

"ALL IN!" she whispers.

The high roller glares at her and starts laughing hysterically as he pushes the matching bet and flips over the unbelievable: FOUR FOUR.

"POKER, sweet cheeks. Four Fours. Now how about you go play some slot machines..."

WideAwake looks at this man knowing he has no affiliations and is simply a Las Vegas shark on a hot run. She looks at him and seductively licks the back of the ACE of SPADES and walks over to him and smacks it onto his forehead so it sticks.

She raises her pistol and places the gun firmly against the lone card and looks down at the man as suddenly all his arrogance and ego are swept away and overrun with fear...

She leans over and whispers into his ear... "ACES WILD, honey bun" and pulls the trigger.

She picks up the collective earnings from the high stakes game and her entourage of hired hands escort her to the door as the security fumble with their whistles to call after her. They stand back in fear as the casino maven makes her way to her ride and heads back into Chicago leaving the blood of self-righteousness leaking into the velvet carpet of the Las Vegas casino.

"I can lose a game alright... but I will not tolerate that sort of mockery. Give respect, earn respect, cross your legs and know how to twirl a gun."

In this way of life... everything's wild.