A soft belch escaped Chance's lips and unknowingly licked his lips at remembering the taste of the nurse. In his sleep he was dreaming of the casinos and all the countless victories he won, the money he earned, the women that clung to his shoulder, but most of all he reveled in the sheer splendor of the games themselves. The risk involved in gambling. The adrenaline rush that he got for living on the very edge of having a lot to gain and a lot to lose. To him winning was meaningless if there existed no possibility of failure. A smile crept along his face.