MY DRAFTS FROM EARLIER FICS

wild cards ch7

Not everyone likes to play fair

Players, watchers, even the card dealer cheats

The cards themselves can be easily manipulated,

But their intentions can also be well hidden

The joker among diamonds and hearts

A candle not of warmth, but of cold

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'We just seem to always attract the weirdest people...' You said to yourself, looking over the bustling casino room. Today was a busy morning, not that busy mornings were unusual but it was just strange because the previous day you had a normal amount of people. Thinking nothing of it, you began your morning check ins, starting with the bar. "Good morning my favorite bar tenders!" You chirped pulling out a bar stool and sitting down.

Kira looked up to you, putting away a freshly wiped glass. "Good morning miss (y/n)." He greeted in his normal, monotone voice.

"Why so gloomy, mister yoshikage?"

"We just have a lot of people today and I'm sure by the end of all it, everyone is going to want a drink. I'm not complaining but this job sure is draining."

"Tell me about it. You think your job is hard? Try being the manager of this place."

Kira leaned forward on the counter, taking a small break from cleaning glasses. "I'd say I feel bad for you but then again I really dont."

"Ouch, that hurt." You chuckled, putting a hand to your chest. "I actually don't think it's too bad, I've met a lot of great people just by working here. I know just about everyone in this room."

"Let's put that to the test.." Kira hummed, scanning the area. "Over there at that table, who are those two?" He gestured to a large round table with only two women sitting on it, typing on their laptops with giddy smiles.

"I... don't know who those two are. When did they come in?" You asked with a confused face.

"About twenty minutes ago, I think."

One of the women wore a tight black turtleneck with baggy purple cargo pants, a matching purple jacket to go with it. She had bobbed brown hair that was a bit puffy at the end, as well as bright grey eyes and white skin. Her fingers danced on the keys, grazing up and down the keyboard as she continued to type to no end. The girl across from her was doing the same.

The other girl had light skin as well. crimped, fluffy greenish blue bobbed hair draped from her head, a large cluster of it near her right eye. She wore a long sleeved striped shirt under a black T-shirt with green accents, which were all tucked into ripped black jeans with bright green tights underneath. She shared the same smile as the first girl. "I've never seen those two, I'll go figure out who they are."

Adjusting your suit and refitting your vest, you brushed off your tailcoat and stood up, taking long strides towards the small group of girls. Stopping at the edge of their table, you cleared your throat and gained their attention. "Good evening girls, May I ask who you are?"

The two looked away from you and stared at each other, making small hands signals across the table. The one with brown hair looked back at you and spoke, "no."

They went back to typing and ignored your presence, lightly giggling at whatever they were doing. Growing frustrated, you raised your voice. "I'm sorry, but as the manager of this establishment, I am inclined to know all of my customers names."

"That's nice." The one with the mixed hair responded.

The girl in the purple outfit looked up to her friend, "what if we... made... him.. a stripper?" She suggested out of nowhere.