[ EU ] Humans finally managed to control luck .

Luck was always tricky to pin down. Sometimes she graced you with her presence, sometimes she did n't. Gave a certain spice to life, whether she turned up or not, you know? You could be fifty thousand in the hole, tie loosened, sweat dripping down your starched collar as you fumbled with the cards in your hand thinking about how you were going to explain to Marie that you gambled away not only this month's rent, but also the entirety of her savings, and then she'd swoop up in a red dress, cigarette smoke falling from her lips and kiss you. Full house and my hands could n't hold the chips. You get addicted to that kind of thrill. 
 
 
 Marie was long gone at this point. The ceiling was stained brown from the hundreds and thousands of people before me who had ignore the polite notice to please not smoke in this room. The bedsheets were crusty and I stank of old liquor and worse cigarettes. 
 
 
 `` You're a fucking bitch, you know?'' I called out to the bathroom. She poked her head round the door, dark hair falling around her face like a dark stream of Lore-fucking-al. She was damn worth it. 
 
 
 `` I know.'' She said, smirking. 
 
 So when I was standing on the the edge of the balcony wall on the fourteenth floor of Caesar's Palace, dress shoes slipping all over the place on the polished marble and drunkenly deciding whether I wanted to throw myself off it *before* I got my bill or *after* it and she turned up, I guess I thought I must have done something right. 
 
 `` You can have me.'' She'd said silkily, dark hair blowing in the whipping wind. `` You can control me, if you want.'' 
 
 
 I did want. 
 
 
 `` You're a fucking bitch.'' I said now. My last five dollars was tucked inside my wallet, next to a business card for a cheap lawyer. 
 
 
 `` You say such mean things, honey.'' She pouted, swaying out of the bathroom naked. Perfect. As fucking always. 
 
 
 `` I've got nothing left.'' I said desperately. 
 
 
 `` Just one more time. Come on.'' She wheedled. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and straddled me, running her red-laquered nails down my chest. `` I'll be good this time.'' 
 
 
 `` You say that every time.'' 
 
 
 `` I mean it this time.'' 
 
 
 I sighed, but she grinned like a wolf. Luck knew when she had won. 
 
 
 Even I could taste the whiskey on my breath as I wondered if the ceiling fan would take my weight. 
 
 
 Luck had played me for a fool.
