Gauvain's Pickup Solo

J! A letter lit up like a lighter igniting, and the entire crowd cheered. It stretched around the table, every single person with their eyes on the green turf of the table, as a little ball rolled around and sent out light-signals onto the turf.
A! Everyone gasped, as the little ball stopped spinning. It was hard not to want to reach out and push it, keep those tiny twirls going-- even if you didn't know what was happening.
C! The ball kept moving! And the crowd started to laugh at how silly they had been to get so wrapped up in a game, and it was just really ridiculous, wasn't it? But no one took their eyes off the table. Least of all the man who had bet everything, his boyfriend gripping his shoulder, white-knuckled and apprehensive. He had bet their house, their dog, even their fine bone china. And his boyfriend had supported him. Tommy was a lucky man. A very lucky man.
K! The fourth letter lit up. They were still going, going-- Thurisaz, his boyfriend (who was a stripper, would you look at that a** in those jeans-- nevermind his weird name) was half way to sobbing uncontrollably and would have forcibly kissed his boyfriend one last time so that they would not have to share only defeated kisses from then on, but he didn't get a chance to claim the kiss.
POT! Because at that moment, there was dead silence, and then a cheer rose from every single person at the table. The Jackpot, which had never been won before, had finally been won. Tommy and Thurisaz kissed like they were sure two lovers had never kissed before, Tommy pulling Thuri up onto the table and kissing him fiercely, disrupting the little eletric balls and their light projections as music played and everyone cheered. Coins showered down on them from overhead, filling the table for dramatic effect, even if most of their prize would actually be bills given out later.

And in the midst of all the coins, and the kissing, Tommy slipped back until his head bumped into something round and smooth. It was an egg. He looked up at Thuri with so much love in his eyes, and because he saw everything returned to him threefold, Tommy asked: "What would you like to name our boy? Oh, and I guess you'll have to marry me, now that I made us rich."

"Shut up, Tommy. Yeah. I guess I'll marry you, but just so you don't ever have to realize how much you need me," Thuri told him, clearly somewhere between elated and annoyed. Mostly just elated.

From that day on, Gauvain was the luckiest charm the couple ever knew. Without him, in fact, it was likely the couple would have fought more than a dozen times in that first month, struggling with new money. But Gauvain would keep them steady. He would keep them in love. Because that was what Gauvain cherished as he grew: luck, and love, and loyalty. He would later learn what, exactly, being born in a casino in Clubs meant, but for now.. he was happy. And so were his fathers.