Twisted Fate was in a good mood. The match ended an hour ago and it was a big success, the enemy team had no chance. He decided to celebrate a little with a few drinks and maybe a little bit of female company for the night, both of which he hoped to find in the bar he had just walked into.
An hour and a few drinks later, his mood was not nearly as good. Not that the alcohol was bad, far from it. But the women were a whole another story. Either they all played giggly, hard to get girls, or they were way too aggressive. And all of them were interested in his hat much more than he would have liked. In the end, he turned to leave. And then he heard the voice.
"Hello handsome. Nice hat."
Twisted Fate didn't even bother turning around to look at her. Instead he just growled "Nobody touches the hat."
The woman laughed softly. "Alright. As long as you let me touch the rest." She was smiling, he could tell from just how her voice sounded. And then he decided she was the best he was going to find that night and it was better than just spending the night alone, drinking himself into unconsciousness.
Two hours later, the girl was in his arms in his bed, head resting against his chest. Fate smiled to himself, satisfied. In the end, it was quite enjoyable, she was among the better ones he had brought to his bed.
"We should do this again," she said, looking at him.
"Sorry darlin', afraid this was a one-time-only experience," he answered. "But you're welcome to stay until the mornin'."
She fell asleep shortly after that. And so did he, face buried in her soft hair.
The woman was gone in the morning, all that was left behind her was a faint scent of her perfume over the sheets. Fate got up to get cleaned up and dressed.
His hat was gone. Nowhere to be found. He was completely sure he had had it when he came home, which meant she must have... No, she wouldn't dare, would she? Then he heard paper rustling inside his vest. Reaching inside, he discovered a piece of paper with a note. It read:
Guess you will have to see me again after all.
There was a lipstick print below the text. His anger vanished and the cardshark smiled to himself. See her again? Yes, yes he would.