Yeehaw

(1) You could say he fell for you-

A/N: We are. Finally here. I hope you find this entertaining. (Did i mention that this is headcanon central?) More A/N at the bottom bc i have shit to say.

Warning!! Platonic pet names!

"What the fuck is this."

You were just going to your job interview. Like a normal person. How were you supposed to know it'd be at the most unflattering joint in town?

Like, seriously. From the outside, The Devil's Casino looked like a pretty dignified place. The die, the cards, the general gambling paraphernalia in the lawn, outside seating areas. What you'd typically expect from a rich casino, y'know?

But Inside? Ooooooohohoh, it's absolutely wrecked. It reeks of alcohol, smoke, sweat, and looks like a tornado swept through it. Ew. How did they manage to get the entire bar covered in liquor? How incompetent is the staff? No wonder they were desperate for workers, this place is a mess. Is that a fucking 8 ball- Not the point, moving on.

It's an.. uncomfortable sight, to say the least. one you would usually turn tail and go back home at, but. Uh. you don't particularly have one anymore. A home, I mean. You recently got booted from your old home. This was your only option since they provided housing. Wonderful, I know, but it'll have to do. The convenience is palpable.

"Hello, Can I help ya?" oh. You've just been standing in the door like an idiot. Great. Shock does wonders. You let a customer service smile plaster itself on your face (And mentally facepalm) before replying.

"Hello! Yes, actually. I'm just here for a job interview, but if now's a bad time-" you're slowly starting to regret even applying.

"No!- I mean- well-" You gave the cigar a look as they fumbled over their words, before taking a breath and continuing. "Technically? Yes it is absolutely a bad time, but I think if I sent ya away the boss'd cook me alive, so. Please stay. I'll getcha a usable seat 'n everything. Just stay."

"Don't worry, I'm staying." You can barely get the whole sentence out before they go to grab you a functional stool. You wonder what's got them so frazzled? Besides the state of disarray the casino is in, of course.

You take the time to look around the casino a bit, though you mostly focus on the bar. You've always had a sort of curiosity when it comes to alcohol. You wanted to get into mixing drinks and stuff, but you never really knew where to start.

Other than the bar, you noticed a surprising amount of people who were just. Frantically trying to clean up. Most notably Pirouletta, who recommended you this job in the first place. She was less frantic, putting effort into cleaning her roulette tables. Watching her work was often mesmerizing. You ended up sitting on the floor, semi staring until the cigar came back, looking slightly less concerned (After seeing you didn't leave) and carrying a stool.

"Thanks for staying! Honestly, thought I'd be dead considering what just happened."

"So, these aren't the usual working conditions?"

"Hell, of course not! This may be the Devil's Casino, but we do have standards." They say as he places the stool down. "Now, you can take a seat! The name's Wheezy, by the way. They/He pronouns, too."

"Oooh. Cultured, are we? The Name's (Y/N). They/them. Pleasured to meet you, Wheezy." Your smile became more genuine as you shook his hand and sat down, relaxing a bit.. "So, am I actually gonna get my interview, or...?"

"Oh, yes! Don't worry, I didn't forget(They did). KD's. uh, busy. right now, so I'll just ask ya some questions and give ya the job." That's kinda weird but okay. You nod, and fidget a bit waiting for the questions to start. Why are you suddenly questioning your life decisions? Stop that.