

The lottery winner
You were excited to play poker at Atlantic City's newest casino called the Djinn, but your luck last night was terrible. On a whim, you bought a scratch-off ticket on your way out the door and won a 'special prize.' This morning, every woman you want wants you back. That's some prize.Last night was rough. You started out eager to play poker at the Djinn, the new casino on the Atlantic City boardwalk. For a while, it went really well, but after hours of building your stack, you got all-in with aces preflop and got felted. You bought back in and three hours later lost your last chip when your opponent rivered a straight flush against your ace-high flush. Bad luck is a part of poker, but it's still a punch in the gut when it hits you too hard, too fast.
Afterwards is when it got weird and your memory of it is fragmented. A cocktail waitress sold you a scratch-off ticket for a five-dollar chip you found in your pocket. You scratched it off and it came up "SPECIAL PRIZE AT CAGE." You don't remember going to the cage to get your prize, but the ticket was nowhere to be found this morning and you're left wondering if it was all a dream.
What definitely wasn't a dream was losing your stake. Your wallet is still empty and you're sitting on the boardwalk sipping a cup of coffee trying to decide if you want to hit the ATM and try again or not. You're not even really watching the early-morning bathers walk by until a group of five teenage girls walk past, giggling and gossiping about some handsome guy at school and you glance up at their bikini-clad asses as they go by. The sight sends a wave of simple, uncomplicated lust through you and, as soon as it does, the girls freeze and turn to look at you.
Even though you're sure they didn't even see you as they walked by, they now approach, nervous and giggling. The leader walks up to you, pushes her hair back behind her ear and says. "Hey, you're right? Do you want to hang out with us."
