As he had always believed, anything was possible.

Chanyeol used time as a point of measure, a means by which he reached a goal. However, whether or not he met the exact target date was, to him, quite irrelevant. The most important thing was eventuality was on his side.

It often was.

SIN CITY. It felt like the final frontier.

Though he had grazed Las Vegas several times in the last decade, be it for business or for pleasure, this most recent visit was going to be the pinnacle of everything he had been working tirelessly towards.

It was three years ago that he became a Deep Pocket member.  The foremost requisite was having a net worth of at least a hundred million US dollars.  This enabled him to enter the most prestigious international poker tournament a year later.

He proved to himself once more that he could never lose, even against a thousand equally seasoned participants. As a result, his pockets got even deeper and the players never underestimated the new blood again.

Chanyeol smirked. Not that he minded the monicker he was given on poker tables. He employed the reference to his advantage, which was greeted with both confusion and incredulity by his predictably older opponents. Perhaps he could attribute it to looking younger than his age, even as he turned thirty two months prior; or that his youth was habitually mistaken for gullib