The cat, the owl, the human tangerine among others

Friday night

Friday night turned out to be a bit gloomy. Rain was predicted later in the night. It was almost ten when Kuroo got Bokuto dressed. The week had passed with Kuroo doing all he could to psych up his friend. They did role playing where Kuroo pretended to be Akaashi while Bokuto worked out his lines. This appeared to just frustrate the owl like man.

He often forgot what he said the time before, or he would add stuff in that made no sense then forget just what the good stuff was. Each attempt ended when Bokuto got frustrated, screamed at Kuroo and ran out of the apartment. He would come back later to meekly apologize.

Kuroo didn't have the heart to tell Bokuto what they planned for tonight. The white haired man appeared to be in better spirits then he had been all week. In fact, he looked to be happier than he had been since coming back from the camping trip. He was so happy that Kuroo almost told Kenma he wanted to call off their plans. Yet, he knew, that would only delay what needed to be done.

So, Friday night, Kuroo went down to the garage with his best friend. He walked up to his old Mazda Rx 7 that his dad had when he was in high school. Most of Kuroo's spare time had been spent fixing up this beauty. It was metallic blue with charcoal grey leather seats. It was also his pride and joy. Bokuto was the only person who had ever rode in it with him, who wasn't someone Kuroo was currently dating.

Bokuto beamed when he came out to see that Kuroo had pulled the cover off of the car. "Oh, what a night you bringing out the Mazda?" Bokuto cried.

"Might as well feel like we are going to get lucky, right!" Kuroo crowed. Bokuto hooted as they got in the car. He loved riding with Kuroo. The speaker system in the car was top notch. Bokuto plugged in his phone to blast his Playlist.

He was singing at the top of his lungs. It was awful! Kuroo rolled the windows down just to give his ears a break. Yet he couldn't discourage his friend from having some fun. Bokuto was just a differently wired animal. The drive to the casino was uneventful. Kuroo parked the car himself, he never trusted valets with his baby. Pocketing the keys he heard someone mention the car.

Kuroo ignored them and walked off with Bokuto in tow. Once inside the casino, Bokuto headed over to buy some chips for the card games. He wasn't good at them, but Kuroo was. So many people fell under his youthful face, the way he could mask his intentions, and the fact that he was a dick who loved watching people squirm.

Taking his time, Kuroo texted Kenma that they were in the casino. Kenma let them know Tsukki was set and that they would be arriving soon. Kuroo sent back an ok, then collected his loud cheer squad. He allowed Bokuto to pick the table. This was his favorite part. The wild haired male would wonder around, often taking thirty minutes to decided which was the best table. Kuroo never understood how he picked. He was sure, Bokuto himself didn't know.

"This one bro, fat man with the goatee is loaded. He won't believe you're skill." Of course Bo said this loud enough for everyone to hear. Kuroo smirked. He played off of Bokuto's idiocy.

"Bro, I don't know. He looks tough." Kuroo feigned insecurity. Bokuto gripped his shoulders. He gave Kuroo a little massage.

"Nah, he's the one. You can take him, come on, I have faith!" The fact that Bokuto bought this and believed he was talking Kuroo up, was what made Kuroo happy. No matter his faults, Bokuto was a great friend.

"Can, can I join in?" He asked tentatively.

"Yeah, you're boyfriends money is good here." The large man Bokuto was insulting stated.

"Oh, he's not my boyfriend..." Kuroo began.

"Look kid, don't care who you take to bed, as long as your money is good, we play." The man stated. This excited Bokuto for some reason. He squeezed Kuroo's shoulder's. Kuroo nodded. He sat down and pushed in the money for the buy in. The dealer set the rules for the table and dealt out the first hand.