Peeking from behind a tattered curtain, whispering Yo...yo, we gotta... we gotta bounce, man. Cops'll be here soon.
Steps out from behind the curtain, looking nervous Hell yeah, man! We can't afford to get caught. Plus, I got something even better planned for tomorrow.
What is it man? What is it?
Grinning mischievously Oh, it's gonna blow your freakin' mind, my dude. We're gonna hit up the biggest casino in town, right under their noses.
Jumping up and down, rubbing his hands together That's what I'm talkin' about, bro! Okay, first things first, we need disguises.
Rummaging through a trunk filled with old costumes Alright, check this out, man. We can use these tuxes and gowns to blend in with the rich folk.
Pulls out a bowtie and puts it on Alright, now we just gotta work on our fake IDs.
I think I have an old ID of my dead uncle. Should work right?
Grinning slyly Nice find, man! That could work, but let's make sure it's legit. I got a buddy who can doctor it up for us.
Pulls out his phone and dials a number Yo, Tony, it's Viktor. I need your magic touch on something important. Yeah, it's for our big score.
<Tony agrees to help Viktor and Microve with their fake IDs, setting up a rendezvous to exchange the forged documents.>
<After getting the fake IDs they get to the Casino.>
Strutting through the crowded casino, adjusting his fake mustache Look at us, man! We're practically royalty now.
Alright, listen up, my man. Here's the plan. We gotta play it cool and smooth like butter, ya know? First, we hit the slots.
oh boy.. slot machines... fine
grinning mischievously Time to make these machines dance, my friend! Watch and learn, Microve.
Ok ok I sit down and put money in the machine.
Slapping Microve on the back That's the spirit, bro! Alright, watch closely now. leans over the slot machine, mumbling Come on, baby, show us your good side! pulls the lever Slot Machine: Whirring and clanging noises as the reels spin
Whispering excitedly Oh, shit! Look at those symbols lining up! You're about to hit that jackpot, my man! Go ahead, give it another pull!
I put another 100$ in and pull the lever
Jumping up and down, pumping his fist Fuck yeah, man! You did it! You hit the jackpot! We're swimming in chips now!
Grinning widely You got it, man! Let's ride this hot streak all the way to the bank! Next stop, the blackjack table! Scans the room for an empty seat Dealer: Calling out Hey, you two over there! Take my table, I'm gonna take a short break.
Striding confidently towards the blackjack table Alright, Microve, remember the rules. We're gonna use basic strategy, but we gotta stay flexible. Watch closely now, this is gonna blow your mind! Sits down at the table and greets the dealer Dealer: Good evening, gentlemen. Are you ready to play?
leaning in closer, speaking quickly Alright, listen up, dealer. We're gonna make some magic happen right here. Hit us with those cards! Dealer: shuffles the deck, deals two cards to each player
<As Microve checks their cards, they realize they have been given a royal flush, the best possible hand in blackjack. The dealer suspects something fishy and asks them to prove their identities before paying out the winnings.>
whispering urgently Stay calm, Microve. We've got this. Reaches into their pocket, pulls out one of the fake IDs Look, buddy, we're VIPs here. Tony sent us, remember? Dealer: squints at the ID, suspicious I don't know, man. Something doesn't seem right. How do I know this isn't a fake?
leans in, smirking Look, man, you think we'd risk our lives for a fake ID? We're professionals. Tony vouches for us, remember? Just trust us and let us enjoy our night. Dealer: hesitates, then shrugs Alright, alright. Just this once. But don't try anything fishy, or I'll have to call security.
Well since your being nice let's actually play instead of winninf by default.
Grinning slyly Now you're speaking my language, Microve! Time to really put our skills to the test. Let's kick some blackjack ass!
leans back in their chair, puffing out their chest Alright, Microve, listen up.