"Won one actually." Cloud grimaced, remembering the dig he gave Midnight when he placed that thousand to one bet and regretted how smug he had been when she couldn’t place one of her own. Now here he was, ‘volunteered’ to suffer Blueblood's tantrums and complaints while she was back home on leave, 'minding' his winnings. All the while, he could just imagine her laughing and laughing and laughing.... "Turns out betting against your superior officer is a bad idea, even if you win."