The evening had started well
with a wager put on red,
and both of them were happy
when it won just like he said.

It wasn't long before they were
the centre of attention,
with each cumulative winning bet
increasing surrounding tension.

The manager was hovering,
watching his casino lose.
He kept a smile on his face,
and plied them with more booze.

The hours passed, but they didn't quit,
they just kept on and on.
Until the early hours,
when everything went wrong

This time he placed a hefty bet,
all on thirty two.
And when it lost he raised his hands,
and told them he was through.

But just like every gambler,
he didn't keep his word.
Further bets now followed,
further losses now incurred.

His hands they now were shaking,
with every bet he placed
His money was now dwindling,
as a winning bet he chased.

Now the dawn was breaking,
and he had lost it all.
They walked outside to daylight,
though tall he felt so small.

She glared at him and spoke her mind,
"I kept telling you to stop"
He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly
"The whole nights been a flop"

He lit a fag and breathed it deep,
while she finished her champagne
"It seems to happen every night,
it's getting quite mundane."

And so that evening finished,
in the early morn.
But they'd be back this evening,
this story is their norm.