Big Q's Casino // a DaveSport fanfic

CHAPTER ONE GO BRRRR

Ha ha crayon men go brrrr
Written Mar. 6, 2022

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Vegas is a pretty dank place to be. No really, it is. Lots of colours and sounds and smells and-

You get the idea.

However, it's not nicknamed "sin city" for no reason. In the words of P!ATD, it's "where villains spend the weekend". That's exactly what the strangely coloured man planned on doing. What is "strangely coloured" supposed to mean?

Purple.

Mans is fucking purple. Ha, loser. If you haven't guessed by the fact that he's purple, his name is Dave Miller.

And the man in question was walking through the streets of Las Vegas, Nevada and trying to figure out where the hell he was. He'd been trying to find the casino his brother worked at for almost an hour now. Seriously Dave, how dumb can you be? Use Google you dumb fu-

Thankfully, he decided to listen to narrator-kun and pulled out his phone. He looked through his contacts to find his brother's and clicked the 'call' button.

The man in question answered with a sigh. "Heyyyyy Henryyyyy, my maaaaan-" Dave spoke before getting cut off. "I'm at work, dingus, what do you want?" The previously mentioned dingus rolled his eyes, sighing. "I forgot the address, dickhead. You never sent it to me." Henry sighed, then hung up.

'Rude, much?' Dave thought to himself as his phone dinged. Sure enough, it was from Henry. Putting the location into Google Maps, Dave finally began walking in the right direction. For once in his li- Right,,, moving on.

It took him about twenty minutes, he had been closer than he thought. He looked up at the sign that hung high above the glass doors in front of him. "Big Q's Casino" was written in white neon lights, a circle of pink around it. Kinda generic in terms of Vegas standards but oh well. He pushed the doors open, heading straight (wow imagine) for the bar in search of the little shi- I mean Henry.

The magenta fu- coloured man in question watched his younger brother approach, a smug look on his face. "I'm surprised you're not trying to piss anybody off before coming over," he chuckled lightly. The younger rolled his eyes, "Listen, is the guy here or not?"

Henry shook his head. "Nope, haven't seen him." Dave sighed, muttering curses under his breath, a look of disappointment evident. "Why are you so focused on meeting 'im? It's not like he knows you exist. Kind of." The aubergine perked his head at the last part.

Henry rolled his eyes, knowing what the younger was hoping to hear. "I've mentioned you a few times, it's not a big deal," he said. The disappointment returned to Dave's face. "He just- he sounds like a nice guy, alright? You and I both know I need more of those in my life.." he said, the last bit more quietly.

Henry shook his head. "Go out there and have some fun, kid. Just because he ain't here yet doesn't mean he won't show up at all. I heard from Q that he's just gonna be later than usual." And with that, he ruffled the younger man's hair and went to get drinks for someone who'd just walked up to the counter.

Dave chuckled to himself, maybe his brother was right. A table full of people caught his attention as one of its occupants began cheering, a couple others making noises of displeasure.

In one chair sat someone who he assumed was the dealer, judging by the fact they were shuffling the cards. Their hair was a blue-ish purple colour, resting neatly around,,, horns? Like- goat horns? Okay then. They had a gray mask covering the lower half of their face. Not the strangest person he'd ever seen, but then again, he had no room to talk.

Next to them, the person who had been cheering, was someone else with horns, albeit a lot smaller and moreso resembling a cow. Okay then.

The rest at the table seemed less important because they more than likely are irrelevant to the plot lmao what losers they don't even get descri-

Author-kun kicked Narrator-kun in the knee to get him to stop breaking the fourth wall, the latter apologizing.

Dave watched the group, taking notice that they were playing Poker. Wow, how original. He stood awkwardly to the side, close enough to watch, far enough to hopefully not be noti-

Shit, cow person was looking directly at him. They waved, nodding to the empty seat next to them. "You gonna take a seat, newbie?" They asked with a chuckle. The rest of the group turned their attention, watching Dave nervously walk over and sit.

"Name's Falling, pronouns are they/he," the cow person said. The aubergine nodded, "Dave, mine are uh-" he paused for a second, "he/him," he said. Falling nodded in return.

As time went on, Dave got more comfortable. He eventually joined in on the games too, now knowing they were playing for fun rather than betting. Even managed to win a couple times.

"I think the rest of the council would like you, newbie." The dealer, now known as Quentin, had said at one point. Dave tilted his head in confusion, "who?"

"The Ace council," Falling explained. "They're Q's inner circle. There's Quentin, taking the title of the Diamond. Q, taking both Spade and Heart, and Kennedy as our resident Ace of Clubs."

This caught Dave's attention. "As in Jack Kennedy?" He questioned. Falling nodded, though not without giving him a look of slight confusion. "My brother works here," the aubergine somewhat rushed to say, earning a few nods of understanding.

Suddenly, Dave felt a hand on his shoulder. He flinched, quickly turning around to see a blond who honestly looked too young to be in a casino. "Hi there! Sorry for the spook, name's Quinn!" Dave hesitated for a moment before speaking. "...Hi, I'm Da-" he was quickly cut off.

"I've been eavesdropping for a while now, no need to introduce yourself," the kid said. He then pulled the aubergine out of his seat. "I'm gonna borrow you for a bit, cool? Cool."

Dave gave in and accepted his fate, following silently. The two ended up at a small, round table. Quinn passive-aggressively gestured for him to sit, excitement practically radiating from the kid as they took a seat themself.

"It's nice to meet you! I forgot to say, my pronouns are mainly he/him but I like they/them too. Henry told me you were here and I just had to meet you! I-" Dave held up a hand with a chuckle, cutting off the blond's rambling.

"You give me golden retriever energy and it's a bit overwhelming, I mean this respectfully but please slow down a bit," he said with a small smile. Quinn laughed. "I get that a lot. Sorry," he said.

"So why did you bring me over here?" Dave tilted his head a bit, watching as Quinn's demeanor changed a bit. The blond neatly folded his hands on the table in front of him. He leaned forward a bit, his smile brightening.

"I heard you wanted to meet Jack."

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Word Count : 1197

WOO! FIRST CHAPTER. Sorry for the Dave slander, I couldn't help it :') and also sorry for no Jack, he'll be in the next chapter though, dw. I gotchu fam. Also also, I have no update schedule for this so like my bad- Any votes and comments are highly appreciated!

Anyway hope you enjoy this shit show as much as me, see you on the flipside !

- Your author, Quinn