When you leave (Devil x Dice)

Chapter 2

P.S.: I haven't actually played the game, I just have done some research on it and have watched the show, SO, some of the characters might not have the same "occupation" as they might have in the original game.

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(Dice's pov)

*Knock Knock*

"YES? Who is this an' WHAD'YA WANT?!" A deep, gruff voice yelled.

"I-I'm sorry, Sir, but may I have a moment of your time? I'm here for the job you were advertising in the paper." I said.

"I'GHT, come in, I guess." When I opened the office door, I was met with the face of a man who appeared to be a living cigar. That's a new one. I thought.

"Please, sit." His tone had now become more sincere. Softer, if you would. "'Name's Mr. Wheezy." He coughed. Gee, I wonder why...

"Uh, Dice, Sir," He looked at me weirdly. "...just Dice."

"Okay, 'Just Dice', are you aware that this job is for an entertainment position?" I nodded. "Musical. Talent?" Nod. "And what is it that you can do, exactly?"

"Well, I can sing, dance, play piano-"

"Piano! Wonderful! Now, what nights are you available?"

"Well, uh, I do plan on getting a few other jobs, so how do Wednesdays and Fridays work for you?"

"Perfect!" He reached over to shake my hand. After the brief handshake, the weirdo leaned in and KISSED MY HAND (as if I were A LADY).

"UHHHHHH, oooooohhhhhkaaayyyyyy... I'll be off then!" (*sweats ;n;*) "Those jobs won't get themselves! See you Wednesday!" What the actual FU-

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I rushed out of the clothing store I worked at during the day in hopes that I would still be able to catch the bus. I managed to step on right as it was about to leave, inserted my coins, and found an empty seat. Across from me were a young woman and her son, who both had paper bags over their heads.

"Mommy, I like that man's suit!" He said, in a sad attempt to whisper. Then he realized that he had caught my attention, and with much confidence, he repeated to me, "I like your suit, sir!"

"O-oh, why thank you, young man." Adorable, I thought.

"Hey, mister?" He began. "Why don't you have a tie to go with it?"

"I, uh... I left it somewhere. I'd best buy a new one next time I'm browsing."

"D'ya know where you left it, mister?" He seemed invested in this "missing tie" case now.

"Yes, at least I think it's still where I left it."

"Then why don't you just go ahead an' get it?" At this, his mother told him to "not be so nosy and leave the poor man alone."

"It's alright, ma'am, he's allowed to be curious. I left it in a place I'd rather not be anymore, that's why. I can afford to spend a little on a new tie." I paused. "Once I get paid, that is." I chuckled with a hint of nervousness.

The bus finally came to a stop as the driver yelled back "Cat tail drive!"

"Oh, this is my stop. Maybe I'll see you two again sometime. Have a lovely rest of your day." I said, getting up.

"Bye, mister!" The kid said with a smile.

I turned the corner to the pub. All ya gotta do is play piano from 4 to 8. Enjoy yourself. I thought, letting a sigh escape from my lips.

I entered the small building and was met with Mr. Wheezy and two other employees who seemed all to be waiting for me.

"Ah, Dice, so nice of you to join us! Come, have a seat." Mr. Wheezy greeted.

"Good afternoon, sir." I said, sitting down on a vacant chair.

"This is Lola, our waitress, and Stephen, our bartender." Lola seemed to resemble one of those hula girl bobbleheads and Stephen looked as if he were made out of porcelain, his skin, a glistening white with rosy cheeks. He looked like a perfect doll.

"Hello, pleased to meet you all." I said as we shook hands.

"Alright, Dice. You are to take requests when asked, however, if nobody asks, you may play as you choose, understood?" Mr. Wheezy instructed.

"Understood, sir."

End of chapter 2.

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