Fandom High School

"Congrats, you're still here," Atton drawled. He sounded bored. "This time around, we're going to go with a real classic of a scrape."

They were in a classroom. There were papers on every table.

"You're in Anakin Skywalker's class, you haven't studied, and now he's hitting you with an incomprehensible ethics test," he said. "Get out of this one, folks."

"Today's scrape is a classic," Atton said, leaning casually against a slot machine. "It's night. You've just spent the past few hours gambling. And maybe - just maybe - you weren't completely honest with your cards. It can happen, right? Mistakes, blah blah."

He shrugged one shoulder.

"But the mobbed up casino figured it out," he said. "Now you can make a scene and bail the old-fashioned way, or you can talk them out of it, or maybe even into another wager. Who knows?"

At the poker table just feet away, a woman looked up, frightened, at the two heavies and the one well-dressed guy making their way towards it.

"Take your seat," he said. "Let's play."