"You know what, I'll go all in this time." 

It was a normal day at the casino, there was a mild amount of people about, the alcohol was flowing and the women were milling around. And the hand was almost always in his favor. At least, it was a normal day for Atlas.

Playing poker was one of his favorite things to do, he had one hell of a poker face, and could almost always tell when people were bluffing. It almost wasn't fair. But what really wasn't fair is when you went all in and the only other person who still had money went all in too. And he seemed to have a better hand. But, Atlas never lost a game of poker. Ever.

Taking another shot of scotch, downing it, he flipped over his cards to show the table. A 2 and a 7, matching with nothing. His opponent had a pair of queens. But, it seemed like nobody could remember that. What they did remember, however, what that he had a 3 of a kind of kings. And so Atlas won the pot, and collected his money that he earned for himself. It's not like he really needed it, it was just nice to gamble and get a set of winnings. However, the house didn't like this. They always assumed he was cheating and fixed the cards somehow, payed off the dealer. But Atlas would never do that.

After cashing out his earnings, it seemed as if Atlas disappeared into thin air. Nobody could find him, it's like he vanished. Or he had turned invisible and walked out. What was the nice part was he could use a combination of shape shifting and biokinesis to make him look different every time he came. His normal appearance, Atlas Cage, was never seen at the bar or casino. He had to keep an image after all. Humans took morales worse than Angels sometimes, it was a little frightening what public media did to people. 

Looking up, a strange flash of light, fairly close to Atlas, appeared in the sky. "Oh don't tell me they sent another angel asshole here to show me the error of my ways... It never gets anybody far." he mutters to himself, shoving his hands in his jean pockets and heading to where the source came from. Atlas figured sooner or later he would have to meet him, and it'd be preferable when no paparazzi or anything was stalking Atlas.

After a bit of scanning, he found a lone man walking down the sidewalk, seeming to look around in sort of wondering amusement, like he had never seen a sidewalk before. He could obviously tell it was an angel but... Never had he met one that appeared this stupid. "Hey buddy, you lost?" Atlas asked, going up to his right side and walking along with him.