Gamble at the sunny day.

>You are Anon.
>And you are going to win some cash.
>You finaly see it, place where losers are coming to give their money to you.
>Since they are losers there isn't much to win from them.
>But cash is cash, just sitting here, waiting for you to take it.
>You enter in a crowded place, rich mixture of smoke and cheap beer strikes you.
>You get used to it long time ago, after all, money doesn't smell.
>Everyone briefly looks at you for a second, then returns to their tasks at hand.
>Someone was placing bets, someone was playing, someone was just spendind time by cheering and giving advices.
>It was a cool place to hang out, beer and junk food flows freely, often opens up opportunity to play for free and for fun.
>Sometimes winner of some tournament will get drunk and treat everyone to more beer and food.
>Not like you were dumb enough to do something like that.
>Crowd still loves you though, you give good show and oftenly leave some poor fool without any penny, making stories that are told to newbies.
>However this place has "Money bet only" rule. No cellphones, no jewelry, no "favors".
>Especially no "favors", this isn't a gay club for Christ's sake.
>Or maybe it's just you being homophobic and "favors" simply means favors.
>You don't care anyway.
>Lost in your thought, you didn't see local bookmaker coming up to you.
>It was a girl and it was a pretty one, Sunset Shimmer.
>But any kind of cat calling ended up with broken rib to some horny imbeciles, so she quickly was accepted as a "bro"-type of gal.
>She even won beer contest one time, outdrinking second place by 10 bottles of beer.
>Mainly because beer was free.
>"My best player! Care to tell me why you didn't show up for a week straight?"
"And good day to you, Sunset. Mom throwed another bitch fit, the usual, told me she will smash my PC to pieces if I will not attend school. Did I missed something?"
>"Nope, I was worried you wouldn't show up today but you came just in time. See that kid?"
>She points her polished and nailed finger at some newcomer.
>Not very tall, would breath in your shoulder at best, sleek brown hair, "pretty", not very masculine type of face, bleak grey eyes, dressed in a suit, like this was someones funeral.
"Who is this? Tax collector?"
>"Ha, guys told me same thing first moment they seen him. Actually, he's a rich kid. You know Blueblood?"
>Of course you knew, through marriage on some old woman and her fast travel to the other side he ended up with tons of of land that was rented all over Canterlot for malls and office buildings.
>"It's his son from a first marriage, you know, one before he married that rich lady."
"So he's loaded beyond believe?"
>"Yep. And he asked for, quote: "Your best figther that can at least challenge yotas of my skill", can you believe this guy?"
"Well, did he played with someone already? Maybe he hired top 10 esports champions to train him."
>"Ha, I bullshitted him into playing DOTA with me, so I would give him "rank" I pulled out of thin air and he lost me 200$ already."
"Wow, a lot of talk from someone who can't beat non-play~ WAIT WHAT 200$?"
>"Aha, and that's just "contender test" I played on him in order to get a feeling on his wallet. The funny part is that he chosen 200$ bet by himself."
"So we are talking about treasure room guarded by gold for brains?"
>"Exactly, now I will arrange you some skirmish so you can go and make mommy proud."
"Just one skirmish? Appetite kicks in a middle of dinner, right?"
>"Reading my mind, Anon."
>She leaves you and now whispering with rich kid.
>He says something. Something, that leaves Sunset in shock.
>She quickly runs to you and whispers:
>"This son of a bitch is totally nuts. Do you know what kind of bet he proposed?"
"No, you were pretty quiet out there."
>"Good, good, listen, you can decline instantly because this is crazy, but if we win"
"When we win"
>"I'm not so sure anymore, he's risking big time and I doubt he's dumb enough to do that"
"Spill it out then and I will decide."
>"Okay, if you win - he will give you ten thousand dollars."
you almost sure you can hear angels singing.
>"And if you lose he will not take a penny from you."
Now you can hear them calling you lucky bastard.
>"Instead he asks you to be his slave for a year"
WHAT?
"WHAT"?
>"Told you that fucker was insane. Said he will arrange fake exchange programm so you can move in to him and be his slave."
>Now this shit was personal. Being rich and looking at others like they were dirt is one thing.
>Actually considering that you are bad enough to lose and be his slave is another level of hatred and disgust that clouded your mind right now.
"Tell him I accept."
>"You sure? To be honest, I still get 3000$ whether you lose or not, but slavery? That's down right inhuman."
>You can't say that Sunset is your girlfriend. You flirt with her from time to time without spaghetti felling out of your pockets, but that's it.
>Seeing her worried about you, even with 3000$ that she can get either way, makes you smile.
"This bastard in for a lesson."
>"Okay, I believe in you, sugar, so don't you dare lose to this asshole."
>Then Sunset kisses you.
>Like, for real. With tongue and stuff.
>"This is your lucky charm. Now go and beat his ass!"
"Oh I will Sunny, I will."
>With your spirits (and probably boner, bless god you baggy pants) higher than sky itself, you stand before rich kid.
>You don't how he looks at you.
>No one looks that way at another human being.
>Like he's choosing meat for his dinner.
>Well, only meat he's getting tonight is your meat popsicle for him to lick.
>Get it?
>Fucking rich kids.
>"I do believe this is famous Anon you were telling me about, right?"
>Jesus, kid, this isn't some kind of Shakesperian drama.
>"Yes, one and only, he accepted your bet."
>"Oh yeah, I do saw you, um, "convincing" him"
>Does he think his wallet makes him bulletproof?
>Well, it does, but you we close to losing it.
"Our personal affairs have nothing to do with this contest. I heard your offer and accepted it. Or you just wish to prolongate your inevitable loss?"
>You too can talk big if you want, tons of bullshit you sold to your mother and principals at different schools are the proof.
>But this bastard just smiled as if his pet parrot said something funny.
>"I like your attitude. You need it in order to beat me."