Jensen tiredly drudges up the stairs in his Malibu home, grumpy as all hell. He just lost $2,000 at a poker game and it’s safe to say that he’s ripshit.
Although he’s not concerned about actually losing the money, being a successful movie director has set his ass up for life.
It’s just the fact that he lost. He’s a competitive fucker, always has been and always will be. It’s in his DNA.
And to add fuel to the fire, his friends refused to give him another chance to win back his money. Claiming it’s too late and they needed to call it a night. It’s only midnight for Christ’s sake. Old bastards.
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