Dice x Reader

His Song

You picked at your martini and smiled softly, staring up at the stage. All spotlights were pointed at him. The room was hushed and quiet.

He taps his finger on the mic, making sure it worked, and clears his throat. The lights dimmed more, making him stand out. 

He soon began his melodious toons. You watched in awe. You've had to have heard his voice thousands of times before. But every time you hear it, you feel emotional. 

You stared up at Dice. You had a front row seat, and you could smell his cologne from where you sat. He caught your stare and gave a soft smile as he reached his hand out to you. 

You froze. You knew what he wanted. To sing with him. You looked around. Everyone was staring at you expectedly, waiting. You blushed and took his gloved hand.

He helped you up the stage, still singing his song in his old timey voice. He handed you is microphone stand and continued. Even without his microphone, his voice seemed to bounce off every wall.

You gripped the microphone tightly and began singing with him. Your voice shook, but soon you were beginning to calm down. Dice wrapped an affectionate arm around your shoulders and gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

You don't know how long you were up there. Maybe an hour. Maybe two. But by the end, your voice started to strain. You weren't used to it like Dice was. 

He notices and puts the finishing touches to his song. The room was quiet, then someone started clapping in the back. Then another. Soon, the entire audience was clapping and whistling. You look over at Dice. He motions for you to bow, so you do.

You ran off the stage to get a drink of water. I sounded horrible, you thought as you took a sip of water. 

As you turn around, you come face to face with Dice. He takes both of your hands and kisses them. "You did very nice out there." You felt yourself blush again. He chuckles and dusts himself off. "We should do that more often," he says. You roll your eyes and wrap your arm around his. "Come on, ya big giant. You have bartender duty tonight."

Dice groans and leans on you, pretending to faint. "Woe is me!" You lifted him back up giggling. He was heavy, but the time you spent working in the casino made you a bit strong.

You grabbed his arm again and dragged him back out, while Dice complained about how his hand suddenly hurt. You glared at him, your E/C eyes piercing into his green ones. 

He shuts up quickly, knowing you'd whack him one if he didn't. 

You smirk and roll your eyes. Men these days.