Poker Face

Proximity

Dylan didn't think he'd ever had so much fun in his life. Shortly after their first round win, the table had actually taken interest in Dylan. After they had interrogated him about why he was visiting Vegas, Sumner realized his cup was empty and insisted that he get a drink. Ace had leaned over and warned him that if they knew he was underage it would end badly, so Dylan casually asked for a gin and tonic since it was the only cocktail he knew how to order. Sumner jumped up and made it for him, also bringing shots for the table. He glanced at Ace nervously.

"A shot won't hurt." He hummed. "I did much worse before 21."

So without further thought he cheered with table and took the shot. The liquid flowed down his throat like fire, burning through his innocence as it entered his system.

As the game progressed they were on a winning streak. They had taken out Ray and Aniah before the end of the table round (dealers circle). When the second table round begun everyone got more serious. They're faces we're just as easy to read but they were less willing to bet money or stay in the game. Dylan realized that Killian and his partner Carl were heavy drinkers, so as they got more alcohol in their system the sloppier they played. Eventually they bet too much and lost all they're money, taking themselves out.

Sumner and the Skeeters remained. Mrs. Skeeter finally began playing hands in the third and final table round, and Dylan could see why. She had no idea what a good hand was worth. At one point she got dealt a pair of kings and another was laid on the table as community, making a face card triple. yet she only bet $300 the whole round. Dylan decided he would work on her later and instead Ace focused on taking out Sumner who only had close to $1000 left.

He took a swig of his almost empty gin and tonic. It was as if that sip was the tipping point for his brain because at that moment he felt the room sway slowly. Dylan began to lean away from Ace and lost his balance in the tall chair. He grabbed Ace's arm in a panic to steady himself. Ace simply laid his hand over Dylan's, giving it a little squeeze and he steadied himself.

"How's that drink?" He chuckled.

"I don't like alcohol." Was all he said. Ace shook his head and smiled.

Sumner's sister had moved to the side of the table where Killian and Carl were. She was entangled in the lap of Killian as Carl made goo-goo eyes at Sumner. Dylan could only wish someone looked at him like that. He could wonder what it would feel like to have Ace give him the same look. But then again he assumed Ace was flirting with him so maybe he would? Maybe he was.

He got a bit too curious and before he could process the moment his eyes had traveled to Ace's face. Ace wasn't staring at him, but, Dylan began to stare instead. In his altered state is was so hard to look away.

Look away.

Look away.

Ace was so handsome it was hard not to stare. Dylan felt as if he were in an art museum. The room felt empty. Desolate even. He felt like the only one enjoying the view. His jaw was clenched in thought, chin rested on his hand. From this angle Dylan could see every muscle in his face, every vein in his hand. The way his hair fell in his face was artfully messy, the ends barely grazing his lightly tanned skin. He had the beginnings of stubble beginning to sprout and Dylan found he liked the way it defined his jawline up close, creating a slight shadow and dark appearance to his look. His emerald green eyes were deep in thought as he processed each card that was laid down and each combination he could make with his hand. The two were only one card away from a royal flush which is why, Dylan assumed, he looked so intense in the first place. He took a deep breath, letting it out with a sigh. He set down his cards snd reached effortlessly for his whiskey in one smooth swipe. He brought the cup to his thin pink lips that seemed to lack any cracks. He took a small swig and swallowed, his Adam's apple moving up and down as he cleared his throat. He set down his glass and turned to Dylan, making eye contact and doing his signature smirk.