Dysfunctional: Organization 13 Edition
Chapter Ten
Gambler Of Fate
A/N: Luxord... .. It's just typical.. the mans' got problems.
The spiky haired blond sat impatiently waiting for the other people to get their thoughts
situated. The four men eyed each other then Luxord. Luxord just grinned while waiting for
them to fold. He knew there wasn't anyway he could loose. The man to Luxord's right sighed
and put his cards on the table.
Two pair.
Nothing for the blond to worry about. The man in front of Luxord took his cigarette from his lips. He
casually set it into the ashtray beside him. With a cocky smile, the man laid his cards in front of him.
Straight.
Luxord's grinned widened a little more. His facial features began to leek out the word obsession. The man
to Luxord's left smiled and laid down the highest set on the board yet.
Full house.
Luxord stood up from the table. He forcefully tossed his cards to the table. His coat sleeve dangling
at his side.
Straight Flush.
"Looks like you loose," Luxord pointed out. The men groaned. It was the seventh time they've lost against
the man. Luxord sat back into his seat. He gathered the stray bills on the table. The blond puzzled the men.
What is it that he loved? The money or the game? They seemed to notice he was gambling almost every
night. It also seemed like he never lost. The man on Luxord's right rose to his feet. Luxord's eyes followed
the man.
"I'm done," He announced. Luxord looked at him with a confused look. The man strode towards the apartment
door. The two remaining men in unison rose as well. What was going on? Luxord began to clean up the cards
and ships from the green felt table. He heard the door open and close. His eyes shifted to the door; around
the apartment; then back to the table. They left without even saying something like 'Congratulations' or 'You
cleaned me out'. Luxord ignored the men and finished cleaning up the table. With the money he had won, he
headed out of his apartment and down to the casino floor below.
The gambler strolled on to the red and gold carpet. His coat flapped at his feet. A few people turned to see the
blond walk past. They were too involved in the dice that rattled on the table or the pretty colors flashing on
the machine in front of them.
Luxord pulled out a hand of cash and placed it beside him on the newly found table. Roulette was the game.
There were at least twenty people lingering around the table, money in their hands. He hastily placed his bet
on red with a significant amount of money. The people eyed him as if he was a fish and they were going to eat
him.
Slowly but surely, Luxord became aggravated with the game. He had already lost two hundred dollars. He moved
to a poker table, determined to win the money back. Poker was his game. There wasn't any way he could loose.
Luxord sat down with a cocky smile on his face. He was dealt his cards. He placed his bet at a rather high rate.
Hours past and the gambler was deeper in the ditch than he thought he could ever be. What had happened to
him? Poker was his game! There was no way he could have lost! Luxord bet every last penny in his pocket. He
set his cards down to reveal a full house. Another man beat him with a Straight flush. Luxord pounded his fist on
the table. He wanted to play again but he had nothing left to bet. Luxord climbed to his feet and left the floor. 'It's
time to hit the bank account' he thought to himself. He was going to spend every last penny on this addiction and
no one was going to stop him.