inferno // l.s.

sixteen

lifting his sunglasses off of his face and tucking them on top of his head, harry looks around the busy club from the end of the bar. it's some place called bounty. from what he gathered with ashton's tracking, bounty is a general nightclub/casino that mylo frequents quite often. whether it be for deals, casual drinking or for one night stands — that information is unimportant — it was one of very few places they found he spends quite a bit of money at every thursday night. the blackjack and poker tables around the room suggests he could be a gambler.

assumptions were proven correct when harry spots the familiar face sitting at one of the poker tables collecting his reward and throwing half of it down on another round.

he orders a whiskey on the rocks to pass time until liam and mitch showed up and adjusted to the scenery of the club. he loosened the top two buttons on his shirt and tucked his sunglasses in his front pocket while he watched the crowd dance, sloppily holding their drinks up and overly suck some faces off. it's vegas, baby.

"can i get two beers?"

liam sits next to harry and thanks the bartender, paying him for the bottles and hands one over to mitch. the boss pulls out his phone and slides it down the bar to harry. lit up on the screen is a message from ashton stating that not only is mylo at the club but two of his other members are, so to be on the lookout.

the three of them go over the plan as low as possible to avoid anyone eavesdropping. it's simple, but the hard part is to catch the man when he's alone. if he has backup then there are eyes and since they don't exactly know who they are just yet, anyone can be an interference.

then another message comes in with photos and harry scans his eyes over the club once more. one is playing poker with mylo and the other seems to be minding his own business on a couch at the back of the building.

the three at the bar finish their drinks and mitch snags another quick round for them before they part ways. due to this possibly being a long night for them, they might as well make due with what they have. there's a row of slot machines across from the blackjack table so harry and liam head that way. of course neither one of them win anything but it's worth the time.

mylo doesn't leave the poker table but a few others do, so harry heads to the table. he knows his game, thanks to liam. they used to play when the boy was freshly on the run from his boss.

chips and cards are dealt once the table is filled. the rules are told as everyone gets settled. bets are made and harry checks his cards once more. ace of diamonds, two of aces. liam stands at the end of the table and spectates the game. it's just them and one other person, who ends up folding.

he continues to throw into the pot. when mylo calls all in, harry looks down at their stack of chips. fuck it. he throws his in and judging by the group, its an easy 20k.

the three flop cards are a six, a king and a five. mylo's bluffing, he can tell by the way the man keeps checking his cards.

the turn is a queen, and the river is another ace. $20,000 worth of chips is placed in front of harry and he checks liam's facial expression. the man is impressed.

he gets it in cash and has liam hide it for him. the money isn't his main focus right now, it's the hit.

mylo looks pissed as he changes tables and plays blackjack instead of poker. it gives harry a sense of euphoria knowing he just kicked the man's ass when he was on a winning streak.

harry settled for another drink, a beer so it wasn't as strong, and he waits. mitch got occupied playing slots and liam dealed a round of poker, but mylo is still swarmed. he has to act on things quick.