There’s a joke that starts this way, sort of. Someone walking into somewhere. A long winded story to accompany the joke, then some sort of lame punchline. Everyone’s heard something similar at least once.

‘Brain walked into a casino, and then…’

But no. This one’s a bit different. Everyone walks into a casino eventually in their lives, but how they handle themselves is completely up to them. Let’s try this again.

‘Brain wakes up the next day locked away in a local jail cell, but how?’

That's a good question.

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Casinos bring out the worst in us. Flashing lights, loud sounds, liquor pouring endlessly, barely half dressed cocktail waitresses, slot machines as far as the eyes can see, and the hundreds of gaming tables waiting to be sat at. For some, these prove to be no distraction. For others, any combination of it all can really trap the person in the spiral of wins and loses.

“Just one more hand.” They all say, their expression falling as they lose their remaining chips to the dealer.

Card games are usually the easiest things to lose money to. The larger casinos hosted games from all around the galaxy, the most well known ones shown off with hosts from their originating planets. Other than their difference in race, the dealers may a well be clones of one another. Freshly ironed suits, a perfectly tied necktie, always shiny shoes and a smile that just oozes with the whole ‘I’m about to steal all of your money’ intent.

Pazaak was the favoured card game here in the casino. Simple and purely a game of luck. Most card games were, but it was found that people were a lot more willing to risk their money when you’re lured into a sense of false security. This particular casino had an odd set of house rules for the game. This gave people the feeling that they were always going to come out on top over the dealer. This led to bigger bets and bigger losses for the players when they over-estimated their relationship with the lovely lady luck.

“So what’s your poison…?~”

The woman’s fingertips slid over the man’s shoulders as she leaned in, her question whispered into his ear. Brain had just sat down when this happened, the dealer already sliding cards between the few players sitting at the Pazaak table. Liquoring up and distracting a man sitting at a card table was a quick way to empty their pockets.

One drink would turn into two, two to three, and before he knew it, the cards were looking like a blur on the Pazaak table. Holding onto the cards proved to be difficult, accidentally showing them off when he couldn't keep himself in check. Despite his lack of sobriety, the man caught the others looking at his cards. Words wouldn't come to him in his drunken stupor, Brain's fist meeting the face of the one next to him.

Cards flew, alcohol soaked into the table and ornate carpet at his feet when the two men started to fight. Fights over card games weren't a common thing-- but the casino was certainly prepared for such a mishap. Security officers galore tried to catch the drunken man, Brain making a run for it when he caught on to what was happening. No way he was getting caught.

Leaping over short chairs and over gaming tables, weaving in and out of people, knocking over displays and cocktail waitresses, the man tried to run through the casino and find a way out. The alcohol was affecting his balance and his vision, stumbling and tripping time to time as he attempted an escape. The man's training with the Jedi was helping him out here, but found himself at a dead end where he thought an exit was. It's not easy to escape a casino.

A grin formed on his face as he lost the few guards. It didn't stop him from still running though, snatching a girly cocktail from a waitress' tray as he kept moving. He was too confident. Downing the drink in one go, he turned his head to drunkingly thank the waitress. It was a bad choice. Brain didn't notice the door open as he ran to the exit, running right into it and beaming his head into the thin inside edge of it. Stopped in his tracks and knocked backwards, Brain was out cold. He got what he deserved. Causing chaos in a casino was a bad omen. Or at least bad for your criminal background.

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And this answers the question of how Brain ended up in a local jail cell.

Casinos bring out the worst in us. How embarrassing.