"Right! Red seven it is then!" The man exchanged Tony's coin for some gambling chips. With the game set up along with nine other people. With all of the wagers put down, the clerk put the ball on the roulette roller and around it spun. "Alright, the bets are placed and we're ready to go! Good luck to you all, and lets all have a ball." Round and around it spun, and soon the ball came to a stop, it took a moment to slow down to where the clerk could see it, but as he did, he called out a number.

"Black 28!" He shouted, "We have no winner, sorry folks." He collected the tokens but gave them back to whoever bet on the color black. "Place your bets folks, place your bets."

Meanwhile, at the bar, while the young lady and the boy talked, the security took notice of the boy who probably didn't belong. It wasn't long that a security guard found his way to him.

"Excuse me! Young man, I do believe you have a card that you need to have in order to take part in this casino's opening night, might I see yours?" He said, and made sure the boy got a glance at his night stick in which he used to beat upon ne'er-do-wells.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" The giant voice said from all of the brass horns in the walls. "Wonder Jack is proud to present our main event for the evening! The challenger, Tony Virmire is set up to face off with our Heavy Weight Champion boxer, Kenneth Squire Junior! All in attendance please make your way toward the center ring located in the east side of the casino, and all staff involved with the fight please get to your posts!"

The old man's hand was now grinding on his cane with excitement. The time was very close, and the night was getting ready to sing a song that brought the world's true fate upon it. Was he dressed properly? Was he ready to meet the real world in this state? Was he too old? None of that should have mattered at that point, if he wasn't ready then than he never would be. It was getting so close, he could taste it.