Dealing with the Devil (King Dice x Devil)

Chapter 3

King Dice sighed when his lunch break started. And made his way to the bar. Flagging down the bar tender, "Give me a scotch on the rocks."

  The bar tender nods his head and quickly poured Dice his drink. "Why do you put up with the boss? You know you could just tell him to fuck off."

Dice sighes heavily, "because, I get what I want by leading him on. He gives me whatever I want for false promises."

The bartender shrugs, "whatever you say but he's going to get fed up with it eventually and then you'll be in trouble."

"I worked for the devil, I'm not scared of a mortal." Dice replies defensively.

The bartender shrugs it off and gets back to work, leaving Dice alone with his drink and his thoughts.

Meanwhile, the Devil was asking around the city if anyone had seen King Dice. Most people ignored him, some shrugged and claimed they had no idea who King Dice was. The Devil groans in frustration, "I'm never going to find him. Stupid Dice, why'd you have to run off on me?" 

He sighed, deciding he needed to clear his head, maybe gamble at another Casino, even though he knew they would all be rigged, he didn't care he just needed to be somewhere that would feel familiar. By chance he stumbled upon the Casino that Dice happened to be working at, just as Dice was heading back to his station, his green eyes hazy.

Dice takes another long drink from a flask he had just filled to the brim with the strongest drink he could get his hands on. As he was walking, the Devil saw him.

"Dice?" The Devil said, looking at him.