Post by countofcristo on Sept 29, 2018 16:38:41 GMT
Jack Vangon was home finally, he decided to return to Vegas after a few years since his last visit, he was walking through a casino, taking money from the odd pocket and then gambling with it. He was up 500 dollars at blackjack and was in a good mood. The casino he was in was a fancy one, jam packed with a majority of rich men faking work trips to Vegas so they could gamble and cheat on their wives, with the occasional random tourist, who always looked way out of their league. Jack seemed to be somewhere in the middle, he clearly wasn't rich, but walked around like he owned the place. His good personality had been in control for the past week, leaving the evil personality a little annoyed but content to just enjoy gambling. After another blackjack win, the small crowd at the table cheered and Jack high fived some people, and took a sip of his beer. Out of nowhere, two bulky security guards, wearing black suits, walked over and grabbed Jack. The crowd quickly moved away and left Jack being half dragged by the pair out of the casino. They were saying something about the police being called and Jack was beginning to get worked up, which wouldn't be good for anyone.