serendipity - rusty ryan x oc

i'm more into blondes

 "Afternoon, Mr Escalante," Linus says. "Or should I call you Mr Catton? You are Frank Catton formerly of the Tropicana, the Desert Inn, and the New York State Penitentiary system, are you not?" Frank doesn't say anything. "Take it from your silence that you're not gonna refute that. Mr Benedict, I'm afraid you've been employing an ex-convict. As you know the NGC-"

"Goddamn cracker," Frank speaks up.

"Excuse me?" Linus asks.

"You hear what I said. Black man can't earn a decent wage in this state."

"That is absolutely-"

"You gonna try and throw me out on the street?"

"I'm trying to do my job, sir."

"What you want from me, man? Want me to get on the table and dance? Like me to shine your shoes? Want me to smile at you? Cause you definitely won't let me deal the cards. You might as well call it whitejack. Go on!"

"I don't know what to say to that. That's- sorry, Mr Benedict, I just resent the implication that race has anything to do with it."

"Yeah, right."

"Horrible thing to say. You sir, of all people, know that we at the NGC have always supported the hiring of colored-" Linus cuts himself off, acting as if he realized he said something horrible by accident. In reality, him and Frank loosely planned what they were going to say so Frank could try and attack Linus, making Linus hide behind Benedict and taking the codes as he does. Lulee hears a loud noise.

"Oh, I wish I could be there to witness this," she mutters to herself.

"No, no! I didn't mean it! I didn't!"

"Okay, okay. Come on, sit down," Benedict cuts in. "Sit down."

"You better talk to him," Frank says.

"He's got it," Rusty says, Lulee smiles while taking a sip of her drink.

"Sit down," Benedict says again.

"Sorry-"

"Virgil, Turk, deliver the package," Linus' voice gets drown out by Rusty.

"I'm sorry," Lulee hears Linus again. Lulee disconnects from Linus and Frank and connects to Turk and Virgil, who she sees approaching the employee only doors.

"Hi," Virgil says, starting to check his pockets.

"Hi," the employee standing in front of the door says.

"Where's your card?" Turk asks Virgil.

"Oh, god. I think I lost my card," Virgil says, looking at Turk.

"Are you serious?" Turk asks.

"Oh, Jesus, I'm so sorry," Virgil says.

"You are so stupid, you know that?" Turk raises his voice at Virgil. "You're a nincompoop!"

"Guys, hey. Don't- hey, don't-" the other employee tries to stop the two but stops when the twins start shouting at each other. Lulee smiles, glad she can at least see this fight. "Hey. Keep it down." The employee lightly shoves the twins.

"Sorry, sorry."

"Hey, where- just tell me where did this-"

"High rollers' room," Turk says. "This is Mr Benedict's stuff in here. It's his stuff."

"Alright Joe, take this inside," the employee says to another employee.

"To the count room?"

"No. To the, uh, the vault. Benedict's money goes in the vault. You know that."