They origins of Casinos and Diners

1939 Part 2

11 now, a year of you going to Dice's diner almost every night.

And boy did you love it. 

Dice sat in a booth, polishing his trumpet, his baby. You had gotten it, with all your money, for his birthday 3 months ago. He smiled as he looked at you.

"Ok kid, so I have an amazing idea for next show." He proposed to you. Listening you, sat up.

"Ok!"

"I want cha to do the singing, and I'll do that solo I've been working on in the background." He waved his hand as he explained.

"Me? By my lonesome?" You whimpered slightly.

"You'll do good!" He smiles as he sipped a whiskey. You played with the stray on your cherry milkshake, looking behind to see Dee drinking and chatting with some chic. You smiled, he's having a good time, perfect.

"Ok!" You nod.

A loud scream from a woman sounded in the diner, causing Dice to jump out, grabbing a small gun from in his coat. You stare at him, never seen him bare a firearm before. A loud explosion broke from outside, causing a fire to start inside.

"Cops..." Dice growled. Dee went, running, trying to get to you. As he reached out, time froze as a smaller bomb went off in front on him, you saw it all. Dice, in the middle of mental fight, you, him, or his diner.... He quickly snatched you, running out the back door, jumping down to shield you. You tried kicking him away as you sobbed loudly.

"Dee!!" You screamed, Dice's eyes watering as he heard an implosion strong enough to cause the inner walls and roof to cave in. You bit his arm with force wanting to get free, but it was too late. It was just a pile of fire... He got up staring at his diner, dropping to his knees.

You puked not being to handle it. He threw the trumpet into the fire and yelled, pounding his fists onto the ground. He panted, trying to compose himself remembering you were there. He got up and threw you onto his shoulders and began walking.

"Got more family kid?" His voice not as sweet and soft as before, but now stone cold.

"They'd-" you sniffle. "If I don't got Dee, they'd blame me..." You choked back more sobs.

"My 'brother' he'll let us bunk there. Also pay so we can get grub..." He spoke slowly. "How old are ya?"

"11..." You wipe your face.

"I'm 21, Ash is 33. Ash is like my brother." He continued to walk.

"Why'd you throw your horn?" You ask. He cussed under his breath.

"Same reason you bit me, angry because you lost something dear to ya. Unfortunately it's not my first time in the radeo." He chuckled dryly.

Within an hour, he knocked on a small apartment's door.

"Coming!" A voice yelled from inside. The door flung open. "Dice? You look like you've been to Hell and back." The man laughed, voice raspy and dry.

"You can say that... I need to move back in." Dice sighed.

"Thought you were living in the Diner?" He asked.

"Burnt... Burnt to a crisp..."

"How?" The man asked shocked and worried as he checked Dice.

"I'm 21 will ya stop that. Cops did. Last ha I guess." Dice pushed the man away.

"Those mother fuuuuu-" Dice kicked the man to cut him off.

"Got a kid with me Ash." Dice warned as you peaked from behind him.

"Hybrid too? God Kingsley." Ashton Wheezy shook his head.

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