<div class="floatleft">(http://www.girlscene.nl/images/library/articles/images01/girlscene/cw-gossipgirl-prt-EWestwick-a_006293-72ce71-281x374.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em>Damien Schwarz</em></div><hr/><br/>Damien stood up and stretched a little bit. Checking the ticking clock hanging on a nearby wall, he found that he still had some time before he had to leave. He figured it would be best to freshen up himself a bit. He left the envelope on a table nearby, and decided to take a quick shower, one might never know in what kind of situation Damien might find himself in tonight, so it was best if he was at fresh at the occasion. Nearby were a new set of clothes, along with neatly polished black shoes. After about twenty minutes he stepped out of the shower, dried himself off, and did his hair and the likes before changing in his clothes for the evening. He did ponder for a bit why he accepted the invitation in the first place, but hey, he had cash to spend anyways, and who knows, it might be a really nice bonus to his income if he did win it. If he lost, well, then it would be the end of the story and Damien would have to look for another contract. Statistically his chance to win was One to how many players there were anyways.<br/><br/>Tying up his shoes and fixing his hair for the last time, agreeing on his look he took a briefcase, which contained all the money, cash. He stepped outside of his department, and took a five minute walk to a parking lot nearby, where a Lamborghini Murcielago was parked, in beautiful black color, a gift from a client, whose name Damien was not allowed to usher lest he wanted to end up dead. Sitting in the car he turned the key, and fired up the engine. It was only a ten minute drive, but he might as well go in style.<br/><br/>He arrived at the Casino, and parked his car in the the parking lot of the Casino, figuring out it would be safe there. Walking out and arriving at the entrance he handed the Doorkeeper the invitation, making sure he wasn't noted. A young lady approached him. ''Mr. Schwarz? Welcome! You may follow me!'' A security guard nodded and silently followed Damien who was following the Waitress. He felt like a VIP because f it. After arriving at the seperate lobby Damien opened the Briefcase, which had all the money in bills. The Guard counted the stacks, and after about fifteen minutes he nodded. The doors were opened, and Damien did a split second scan of the people inside the room as he walked inside, already finding people chattering and the likes.