"Ha, suck on that!" Primrose barked as she slammed her deck of cards on the table. The goons around her cheered while the goon that sat across from her rolled his eyes while muttering under his breath. Primrose leaned forward to collect all of the chips that was placed on the center of the table. The goon across from her threw his hands up in the air in frustration and got up his seat for the next goon to take a crack at Primrose's gambling. "That's what happens when you try to fuck with the master. You get all of your crap taken before you even start, eh?" She joked with a hearty laugh.
Within a luxurious home that she "rightfully" took into her hands on a sunny (unfortunately for her) day, nothing was better than trying to gamble her goons for some money. Nothing was better than taking her earnings that she gives as a reward for a goon completing a job for her back. With a cigarette in between her lips, a bottle of wine right next to her, and a cap that sat in between her ears, it was no surprise that Primrose was in a very good mood today.