"Hey, it seems that you're back."
"I never left," he said, grinning as he pulled the mountain of chips towards his side. The two girls who were hanging on his shoulder gave him a soft massage, whispering sweet words of encouragement but they didn't give him any satisfaction other than the look of envy from the other men on the baccarat table. Those eyes from other men gave him the satisfaction he needed.
He had been back at the game table since last week and he had been lucky, winning one game after another. He had never felt better. The business is doing good. He had money to spend and lady luck on his side. What could go wrong, he thought to himself, betting more.