Gambling Addiction Intervention
Las Vegas.
At the entrance of the Caesars Palace.
"Hi."
"Hi."
Alice looked up and saw that the person who bumped into her was a handsome young man. She glanced at him and was slightly disappointed.
He was handsome, but he was too short; he wasn't even as tall as her, even though she was wearing high heels.
That's not all.
The key issue was that he was dressed plainly and exuded an aura she disliked.
These two major flaws combined make him practically another Joey.
However, his eyes were particularly alluring, giving her a strange sense of familiarity.
So, instead of ignoring Joey, she smiled and responded to the handsome guy's greeting.
But that's all.
After laughing, Alice turned and left.
The handsome guy was left staring blankly at her retreating figure until it disappeared, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.
This woman is so beautiful, she has such a captivating presence!
"William, darling, come here quickly."
Just then, a woman's voice interrupted handsome William's reverie.
"They're here."
William glanced at the glamorous middle-aged woman walking towards him from a distance, and the wonderful feeling and excitement in his heart vanished instantly. He braced himself and went to meet her.
Feelings are just feelings; people still need to eat.
He successfully obtained an acceptance letter from Columbia University Medical School through tireless efforts, but the exorbitant tuition fees remained a heavy burden.
There was no other way but to continue working part-time to earn tuition fees.
At this moment, he was also extremely grateful that Alice did not cling to him like other women and left decisively. Otherwise, what would she think if she saw this scene?
His perfect image was shattered.
While they were struggling with their decision, a middle-aged woman, who was of average appearance but tall, saw William and, like a little girl, excitedly took William arm. She happily followed the waiter to the luxury suite that had been reserved in advance.
After they disappeared into the hall, Adam and Chandler walked in, laughing and joking.
"Let's go check on them first."
Adam laughed.
"Let's go see Monica first."
Chandler scoffed, "At this point, I just hope she's still wearing her pants."
"We should be thankful that casinos don't even bother to take back their pants anymore."
Adam added insult to injury.
The two headed straight for the table with the double dice.
"Double 8, Double 8! This time it has to be Double 8!"
Before they even got close, Monica's familiar voice, towering over many others, came through clearly. Judging from the sharpness of her voice, Adam and Chandler knew that Monica had probably already lost by a large margin.
"Oh~!"
Then came Monica's scream, "Damn it! It's not like it's Suzaku!"
Adam and Chandler stood to one side and saw Monica wailing and complaining, extremely agitated, with not a single chip left in front of her.
Seeing that it was about to start again, Monica became anxious and looked around at everyone. "Can anyone lend me some chips? I'll go get the money and pay you back later."
No one answered; they looked at Monica as if she were an idiot.
This is the kind of thing you absolutely cannot believe in a casino.
If you really have the money, just go and exchange it yourself. Is it really worth the time?
Well, Monica was indeed just a little short of time; once her gambling addiction kicked in, she didn't want to waste a single spare moment.
"No!"
Seeing that no one would lend her money and the game continued, she screamed and ran out. When she saw Adam and Chandler, her eyes lit up, and she used the speed and skill of a ' Geller Cup ' football champion to pounce on Adam.
"Adam, lend me some money quickly."
How much did you lose?
Adam stared speechlessly at Monica clinging to him.
"$1500!"
Monica exclaimed, "I'm going to win this!"
"What?!"
Chandler exclaimed incredulously, "You lost $1,500 in just this short time? I remember you only exchanged $500 for chips!"
"Yeah yeah."
Monica said urgently, "But I was winning at the beginning, I won $1,000 at one point, and now I've not only lost what I won, but I've also lost all of my $500 chips. I have to win it back, I must win it back!"
Her movements were so exaggerated that Adam couldn't stand it and quickly pulled her down, advising, "We agreed on this beforehand: whatever chips we exchanged at the beginning, that's it. If we lose them all, it's over."
"No!"
Monica screamed, "I can't lose! I can win!"
"Chandler, what do you say?"
Adam laughed.
"I think it would be better if the casino even took your pants."
Chandler scoffed, "We'll see if Monica can still gamble then."
"Oh, hehe, you underestimate me."
Monica, caught up in her gambling addiction, wagged her finger, displaying a crazy attitude of 'I'll gamble if they dare to take her in'.
"Okay, I'll lend you $500. We'll call it a day once you lose this time?"
Adam said helplessly.
"Make a deal."
Monica got the money and ran off to exchange it for chips.
"You don't actually believe her, do you?"
Chandler asked in surprise.
Of course not.
Adam quipped, "I think we can call everyone together for a critique meeting, or rather, a counseling meeting, and wait until Monica has lost all 500 dollars. That would be the perfect time."
"Agreed."
Chandler rubbed his hands together and laughed, "I'll go find someone."
The two acted separately.
As expected, Monica lost all her money again, but she remained determined to borrow money to keep fighting.
Adam tricked her into thinking he needed to go back to get money, and took her back to the luxury suite.
"Wait, this is our room. How did we get the money here..."
Monica realized what was happening as soon as she reached the door.
Adam didn't give her a chance to object. He pushed her inside, closed the door, leaned against it, and looked at her tenderly.
In the living room, Chandler, Ross, Rachel, and others were all there, looking at her with gentle expressions. There was a lone chair in front of her, and behind them was a banner that read, "Monica's Gambling Addiction Intervention!"
"Monica, please have a seat."
"O~M~G~"
Monica covered her mouth and let out a classic exclamation.
Only then did she snap out of her insane gambling addiction and realize that things were really serious.
This kind of show is only put on when a friend has made a huge mistake, and everyone feels it's necessary to help the other person correct it.
Back then, Chandler was just a heavy smoker, and everyone just gathered together to persuade him one by one; it didn't really come to the point of putting up banners.
"Okay, I was wrong."
Monica immediately and wisely admitted her mistake.
"Sit down!"
Ross couldn't keep up the act of being gentle any longer and let out a roar.
"OK, OK."
Monica was startled and quickly raised her hands in surrender. She obediently sat down in the chair, looking anxiously at everyone looking down at her, as helpless as a 100-pound child.
The admonition meeting lasted a long time, with Monica repeating herself like a broken record, constantly admitting her mistakes until everyone felt that she truly knew her errors and was not just making excuses, before it finally ended satisfactorily.
It was already past midnight.