Post by renard walt goyle on Mar 16, 2018 17:01:33 GMT -7
It happened again. Half of this week’s paycheck was gone, sucked away by too many games of blackjack. For all of the areas he was intelligent in, knowing when to pull himself out of the casino was not one of those. The problem tonight, as with many other nights, was that he had hit it big early on. A couple decently sized wins in a row more than tripled the money Renard had been willing to gamble, but soon the greed kicked in. He should have stopped then, walking away with a sufficient enough money to pay for the next two month’s rent. But it never ended like that, and just like all the other times, he pushed his luck too far. That pot of galleons was soon dipping deeper into his pockets as he tried to at least recover the amount he had lost. Each time he tried to throw more in though, he got further and further away from that starting point. Panicked and stressed, he tried to calm down with a couple of drinks, only to realize that he was out of money. That was his wake-up call tonight, but all too often it was finding himself in one of the hotel rooms with a throbbing headache and an empty wallet. It was easier to stop when he was sober than not.
Pissed at himself for letting it take over again, Renard dragged his feet out of the doors of the casino, feeling like the eyes of every person he walked by past were trained on him, as if they knew he was broke and were internally laughing at his idiocy. To add to the awful night, it was pouring outside, Renard managing to stop himself short of being soaked right at the edge of the overhang, only the toes of his shoes getting dripped on. Curling his lip in disgust at having to wait for a small break in the storm, he took a few steps back under the cover before rifling through his jacket pocket for his lighter and cigarettes. He should have kept enough money to get trashed. It would have been easier to deal with than having to go home and sleep on it. Striking the wheel on the lighter a few times to get it going, he twirled the cigarette over the top of it, making sure it was lit before taking a long drag. He needed to figure out this problem fast, or he was going to be losing more money than he was making.