Casino Night

[Kore]

The casino was a chaos of noises, as the sound of coins and machines was constantly jingling all around. Brightly lit with colorful lights, it was impossible to tell what time of day it was from the inside. Was it still the afternoon, or had the day already dwindled into the dead of night? Perhaps it was even the morning of the very next day? Truthfully, Hope had no idea how long she had been gambling for, as each drink she obtained slowly ebbed away at her sense of time. Still, she didn’t much care to think about it.

“$100 on the 1st dozen,” Hope exclaimed excitedly, her grin wide as she placed her chips on the roulette table. Normally she was incredibly conservative, but she had been saving up so to have as much fun as possible for the weekend she would spend here. Well, she did splurge a little on her current outfit, but she did need to buy a dress to wear to her friend’s wedding anyway, and the little black bardot mini had been impossible for her to resist.

“12 red!” the deal announced.

“Yes! Come to Mama,” Hope cheered. She blonde hair swept over her shoulder as she leaned forward to collect her winnings, before placing yet another bet on the table. “$50 on red!”

 

[Wolf Wolf]

Jayce readjusted the collar of his polo shirt. All around him, people were busying themselves with dealings of money and the like. The music from the speakers was drowned out by cheers and the sounds of the slot machines. From the corner of his eye, he saw someone gesture at him to get his attention. When he turned his head, the man in a tuxedo raised four fingers, then dropped them to continue talking to his pals. He never fails to bring in more guests. Jayce then started working on the drinks the man ordered. He never ordered anything else. Four martinis. Shaken, not stirred.

As he started using the shaker, its familiar weight bringing some measure of comfort to him, he glanced about. Nothing too out of the ordinary, except maybe that lady by the roulette table, but hey, he wasn't paid to judge people. Once Jayce prepared four glasses and poured the mixture in, he slid them all one by one towards the man in the suit with practiced ease. The man picked up one glass and took a sip before raising it up as a sign of toast to Jayce. He smiled in return and nodded his thanks.

The bartender's attention was quickly taken away by another customer. "Excuse me, would you mind making my sweet and I some champagne?" He looked old enough to be Jayce's own father. "Not at all, sir." And then he set to work once more.