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"I don't. But when you're ripping apart the only livelihood you have over it, is it even worth it?" You rapt your knuckles on the table. "Call."
Benjamin and Max stumble back to the table. Max is whispering sweet nothingness into the startled pharmacist's ears to keep him calm. Benjamin flips over the rest of the community cards. An Ace of Clubs and an Eight of Spades. You flip your hand.
So does Clover. An Ace of Spades and a Seven of Clubs. A full house vs a pair of aces. <span class="mu-g">You win!</span>
>TOTAL MONEY: $1442 Correcting a math error.
"...It's the only way I could cope being in this shithole of a job." Clover forces out a chuckle. It sounds more like a sob than anything. "I wanted people to have fun. I wanted to sell a little bit of my home back here. Even if that means it had to be through this god damn casino."
After Adam eventually catches his breath, he leans over to look Clover in his yellow eyes. "And that warrants doing shit to ruin your business? Because of some petty spite towards your job as a casino boss?"
"You think it's fun being in my position? Having to bowdown to a buncha boring suits, having to watch people gamble themselves into husks, having to do all of this?" He waves his hands around in a fluid gesture.
"S-so you're not actually a cowboy?" Casey frowns, speaking with the same heartbroken tone of voice as a child being told that Santa doesn't exist. Clover shakes his head.
"I idolized them, you know? These rootin' tootin', fair and just paragons who fought for justice and fought against the injustices of the world." He removes his hat and plants it on the desk. "It's better than admitting I'm just some random District 18 born dummy who would never be picked as a Ranger. Better than just admitting I'm no better than any other Cityslicker you find on the streets. Only thing I got in common with them is half decent aim."
So he probably could've still killed all of you if you lost. That's totally not worrying.
"So. You win. I'll get you your cash so you can go." Clover slowly gets up from his chair. His legs wobble, clearly overwhelmed by his emotions and stress. "I'll take your business suggestions into consideration, Nicole. If nothing else, I should grow up and admit when I'm being a stubborn, incompetent jackass." He takes long, strained steps over to his office door.
"Fuck." Ashley shakes her head. "All of the life just got sucked right out of him. Should we say something?"
Benjamin manages to catch his breath (with Max's help) long enough to call out to Clover, "So, what now? The game might be over but...what now? What's your plan from here?"
"I don't know." Clover answers with a sincere, honest tone in his words. "I really don't. Maybe talk to Kana and apologize. Maybe tell Marla that I wasted her time. I dunno." He places his hand on the doorknob. "And, sorry, Casey."
The job's basically done. All you got left is asking for your extra reward and your last words to him.
