Disclaimer: I don't own the minion or the rest of Naruto for that matter.
The bar was thick with the smell of smoke and beer. It was crowded because it was Friday night, and the patrons were those who'd worked all week and wished a small reprieve in the form of alcohol and perhaps a friendly wager at the poker tables.
The silver-haired young man sat down at the bar and ordered a shot of whiskey. The bars were a new secret pleasure of his, since he'd just turned 20, his country's legal drinking age. He thought he'd toss back a couple before sitting in on a game.
He watched the games that were currently going onto see if there were any players he could manipulate into parting with their hard-earned wages. He was reasonably lucky at cards, and he often wondered if that was proof of the old saying "lucky in cards, unlucky in love." After all, he was sitting alone in a bar on a Friday night.
At the table in the rear of the room, sat a pudgy middle-aged man with a slender young woman in his lap.
"Ana," he said to her. "Go fetch me a cider."
She approached the bar. The barkeep said, "What'll it be?"
"A cider for max, and a glass of white wine for me." She sat waiting for her drinks. The silver-haired man gave her an interested smile, but she looked right past him to Max and his poker companions.
He studied her for a few minutes. Her raven hair came to her chin, and it was tied back in a ribbon. She wore a pretty pink dress. He thought she looked a little like a doll he'd seen in a shop window recently.
She took the cider over to Max. He pulled her down into his lap, and he kissed her hard on the mouth. "We're winning, doll!" She smiled weakly and took her former place on the floor behind his chair.
The silver-haired man approached her and handed her the glass of wine. "You forgot this at the bar."
"Mind if I sit in this round," he said to the other players at the table.
"If you've got money, we've got room for you." Max sounded confident.
Ana sat quietly in the corner observing the newcomer. He looked naïve and too sure of himself. She watched him play and realized quickly that it was a façade designed to lure the others into a false sense of security. Soon no one was left to continue the game except for he and Max.
"I'll raise you 1000."
"I don't have it." Max looked as if he was ready to give up. He smiled. "But I'll tell you what, I'll throw in the girl."
Ana stood up. "You'll what?" she screamed.
"You heard me. If you win, you can have my wife."
The silver-haired man looked at Max, then at Ana whose green eyes bore holes through him angrily, then back at Max. "Very well, show your hand."
Max had three aces and two queens in his hand. "Full house, beat that punk!"
He looked down at his cards then laid them down on the table one by one, until in front of him lay four kings. "Four of a kind."
He placed the money from the table into his bag. He then whispered to Ana "Looks like you're mine."