[ WP ] By some unknown force , you realize you never lose .

I walk through the big doors, into the bright lights awaiting me. I take a moment to let my eyes adjust to the brightness, before making my way over to the Blackjack tables to meet a few of my friends. `` Come out'' they said. `` Spending a hundred bucks or so is n't gon na kill you, it'll be fun!''. I walk through the corridors, past the various fast food outlets, down an esculator until I'm in a room full of Blackjack tables, buy in minimums varying from $ 5 to $ 50. I exchange my cash for chips and take a seat, playing a few hands to pass time until I meet them. The same few actions repeat themself. Slide chip to betting area, tap table for a card, wave my hand to decline, and repeat. Slowly my collection of chips gets larger. It looks like tonight's one of those nights. 
 
 Finally, Michael, Kayla and Stacey arrive, and after stepping away from the table for a few drinks, we go over to the higher stakes tables. There, we order more. Rakia shots, Jager Bombs, anything you could think of, we drank, probably a little excessively. I put down my first bet, $ 50, and the process repeats itself. Time and time again my cards beat the dealer, and chips continue to make their way over towards me. We seemingly play and drink for hours, and my stack, compared to theirs atleast, looks rather healthy. I've lost track of the exact amount I've won so far tonight, but I'm not complaining, afterall it's considerably more than what I came in with. It's late, around 4:00am, and we are decidedly drunk, so we decide to call it a night, so I thought `` Why not put everything except $ 300 on this hand, afterall, it's double what you started with.'' I push it all towards the betting space, all except that $ 300, and await my hand. An ace. Unbeknownst to me, a group of men are making their way towards me, and as my second card is shown, a King, I'm tapped on the shoulder and asked to follow them. 
 
 My new friends take me for a walk through some doors and up and elevator, roughly pushing me the whole way. `` What is this about?'' I ask them, only to hear grunts in response. We stop, and I notice a lone chair in the middle of the room and a man in a navy suit with his back turned towards me. Suddenly my arms are restrained by two of the large men, and I'm pushed onto the chair, and interrogated about my night. 
 
 `` We know you've been counting cards sir.'' the man in the navy suit accuses. Counting cards? Like in that movie 21? I wish. It's my first time at a casino, but as I try to explain this to him, I feel pain as I notice a fist is buried into my stomach. `` First time at a casino. Do n't lie to me. Nobody goes up a hundred grand unless they've been playing for a long time sir. Trust me, I know.'' the man, who I guess to be the owner of the casino, says to me. `` And unless you tell me how you've done it, you wo n't be leaving her.'' I'm shocked. Why wo n't they believe it's my first time in a casino. I knew I was up a fair bit, but I never would have guessed one hundred grand, I'd estimated $ 5000, so I was way off. I attempt to explain this again, only to be met with my pain, another fist, this time to the side of my face. I honestly do n't know what the hell was going on, all I knew that I'd gotten a little lucky. They are n't buying it. Guess I'll be down here a while.
