POKER FACE - Kylo Ren.

Chapter 10 - Shootings & Departures.

   It had been a tiring week of working.

   Now Friday, your shift was inching closer and closer to being over, and you couldn't wait. Having Vicrul following you around and you avoiding Poe, work had become more of a chore then a distraction. You could no longer use work to pass time.

   It was a busy day, since it was Friday. Fridays were always the worst because of how packed the casino could get. Drunken gamblers came in waves, trying their chances at big money, just or lose it all. Or, the rare occasion that they did win. Nonetheless, it meant you were running back and forth, given more drink orders then you could count on two hands.

   With aching feet and crippled hands, you carried a heavy tray of clinking glasses of vodka, paired with chunks of jewelled ice. Sweat sat on your brow, ponytail wagging as you sped-walked, your white button-up sweat through. Your eyes trained in on the table you had gotten the order from.

   You were pushing past people left and right. Packs hovered every few inches, some of them nicely dressed in revealing designer night slips or tailored suits, others stood drunkenly in trashy dresses or dirty jeans. They were all the same though, chasing after the same thing — The win. The money. The thrill.

   Your eyes darted around. Mind spinning with thoughts, drink orders, anxieties. You hadn't even realized the familiar face sitting at the table you delivered drinks to until a hand was grasping your wrist and baritone voice dropping low.

   "Angel," Kylo spoke, "you don't look good. Are you alright?" He asked you, black-velvet voice breaking you out of your daze.

   Your eyes focused in on him, and you settled slightly. He sat at one of the poker table, legs spread wide and other hand holding a few cards, wrist glinting with a Rolex. His suit for the night was all ink black, button-up ivory cream and popped at the collar. His worried brown doe eyes searched you.

   You swallowed dryly, nodding. "Yeah, sorry, it's just been a busy night. I can't wait to get out of here." You quickly explain to him.

   Your eyes darted to the others that sat at the table. Across from Kylo was a red headed man, dressed in an emerald green suit, jacket shed to the back of his chair. The other fellow was older, hair greying, big in size, and looked significantly poorer then Kylo and the red headed man. You asked no questions.

   "Ren, who's this?" The red haired man asked you, voice all high-pitched and cynical. His pale blue eyes searched you for a moment, before lighting up. "Isn't this the girl who spilled a drink on you, if I'm not mistaken?" He added.

   Your cheeks flushed red. "That's me." You chimed breathily, all embarrassed. You had almost completely forgotten about that encounter until now.

   Kylo grunted in response. "She's a friend." He answered to the red haired man.

   Kylo turned to look at you once more. "Why don't you sit down for a minute, watch the game? You look like you need it, Princess." He suggested.

   You huffed for a moment, looking around the busy casino. "I don't know," you grit anxiously, "it's busy tonight. I don't want to leave Poe to do all the work." You explain.

   Kylo shook his head, not having any of it. He reached out for the drink you had placed on the table, taking a long sip of the Crystal vodka. "Nonsense, I'm sure a few minutes will be fine." He assured you.

   You smiled apologetically. "Alright, I guess so." You finally sighed, caving in. Kylo smirked at that, widening the spread of his legs, silently offering you to sit in his lap. You blushed furiously as you did so.