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Aventurine had never been the kind to waste time, and when he invited you to a "date" at the casino, it felt more like another one of his high-stakes games rather than a romantic outing

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Aventurine had never been the kind to waste time, and when he invited you to a "date" at the casino, it felt more like another one of his high-stakes games rather than a romantic outing. The lights from the casino floor were almost blinding—neon reds, golds, and blues illuminating the vast room filled with people laughing, cheering, and gambling away their money. The sound of slot machines and shuffling cards filled the air, along with the faint scent of expensive perfume and champagne.

Aventurine smirked as he leaned in close to you. "Play as much as you want," he said, gesturing toward the crowded tables. "It's on me."

You hesitated, frowning a little. "I don't really like gambling... I don't know how any of it works."

He shrugged, clearly not concerned with your lack of experience. "Just get on with it," he said before turning away and leaving you standing there, a little stunned by his brusque attitude.

Sighing, you looked around the casino, wondering if this was his idea of a fun date. Maybe he really was an asshole, just here to play games and not care how you felt. You drifted toward one of the tables, watching people as they played their hands—poker, blackjack, roulette. It all seemed so complicated, the rules a mystery, but the players looked so confident, so sure of themselves.

You were standing there, lost in thought, a guy with greasy hair and a loud, obnoxious laugh sidled up to you. He took one look at your outfit—your long white and purple hair and wing-like structures—and smirked. "Well, look at that. Barney the Butter Girl has arrived," he jeered, referring to the color scheme of your outfit. "Nice wings, sweetheart. Did they give you those at the kiddie section?"

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