It was time he made a play. Evaluating his hand, he glanced around noting the tensions high stakes had left lingering on his next move. . Poker face unwavering, no bluff to pull cue from, he weighed his options with care as if the balance of life as he knew it was hanging on what happened next. . No further assurance from the dealer or hope from Lady Luck🍀. All he had to work with was what lay in front of him, but he feared it wasnt enough. . Sweating palms, silence as thick as molasses, time seemed to slow to a snails pace waiting for him to risk it all on what some would call beginners luck, though he knew it to be destiny. . He took a breath as the dealer began to turn over what would seal his fate proving the odds were in his favour. Though he had no tricks up his sleeve he held his heart in his hands, each part bringing him one step closer to a grandiose hierarchy of Love. . All in, with nothing left to lose, a couple Jokers 🃏 played before him, but his faith still remained that...