♠️𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝐵𝓁𝑜𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈♥️ (sorta continued??)

♠️ 🂱 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙 🂱 ♠️

^Slight Angst^

𝕀𝕟 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜.
𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕖.
ℙ𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖,

'ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖.'

'ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥.'

'ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕟'𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝.'

𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕨𝕖 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥.

ℍ𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤.

𝕆𝕣..

𝕄𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖...

ℍ𝕖'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤.

*~ 𝟧:𝟢𝟢 𝒜𝑀~*

King Dice.

Known as the Devil's right hand man. Known for helping the Devil with collecting souls. And is usually the one betting in people's souls.

Though he's all these things, and he liked working there, that didn't stop him from thinking about how great it would be to just take a break. A break from his co-workers, a break from getting told what to do, just a nice long break.

But he can't. Before he worked for the Devil, he was a con-man. And pick pocketed people, then sold his soul to the Devil from a life-or-death situation.

But either way, if he wanted to not, he had to get ready for work. At exactly 6 AM, Dice woke up.

The casino opened at 10 AM everyday, which was plenty of time to get the whole casino ready.

Dice put his royal purple suit on, and some light makeup. He went into the casino and got everything ready, the drinks, plates, food, and gambling machines. It was 8 AM when he was done, so he had time to do some paperwork.

At 8:30 AM everyone, like Wheezy,  the Tipsy Troops and everyone else came into the casino.

Finally it was 10 AM, so they opened the casino and started the day.

"You okay, Dice?" Wheezy asked.

"Y'know how it is, Wheezy.." Dice sighed.

"The day just started, you really this tired?" Wheezy held his cigarette to his mouth.

"Want one? To cool off?" Wheezy offered.

Dice gave him a slight glare,

"I'll be outside, be back in a sec." Dice then left, taking his drink with him.

Dice leaned on the ledge of the balcony. He liked it outside, it's not quite, but he didn't like quiet all that much. Dice liked slight noise, not too loud, not too quiet.