My Neighborly Demon (Eustass KidxReader)

Cherry

"(Y/N), do you have a six of hearts?"

"Nope. Go fish."

"Shit."

It was Saturday.

For some reason, you established that moving forward: Saturday was game night.

So here you were in Kid and Killer's apartment: running their wallets dry as you won every game you were playing.

"We should go to a Casino one day, (Y/N). We'd be rich if you play!" Killer joked, Kid had gone to the bathroom and the grin you had on your face was devious.

"We'd get kicked out!" You said, taking a swig from your bottle of beer. The light brown liquid sloshing around the glass it came. You were having a kick out of this.

"So, I forgot to ask: what do you work for?"

"I'm an executive assistant with the weekends free." You muttered, dealing the cards once more when Kid got back from the bathroom.

"So you're in pencil skirts and blouses all day?" The red head said, taking a swig from the bottle of whiskey he was nursing in his hands since he went to the nearby liquor cabinet when he got out of the bathroom. "That's hot."

You blew a raspberry. "My boss is a married woman." You said with a grin. "I dress nice because she's anal about it." You quipped, giving him his cards and starting a new game.

This time you were playing twenty-one.

Poker.

This time Killer said he was going to go to sleep. Once he said his good nights, and gave Kid a long look that that seemed to be more of a secret scolding than a friendly glare.

Once gone, you looked at Kid as deviously as you looked at Killer.

You were the dealer for this round.

"So, since you ran us dry: wanna make it interesting?"

"I'm not stripping." You argued, looking him dead in the eye.

He snorted and shook his head.

"Actually: I thought that we'd ask a question to the round's loser. Anything is free game in the question. So: whaddaya think?" Kid explained, waiting for you to answer as you flipped his card, asking him if he'd want to raise.

"Sure. Do I get to listen to your life story?" With a giggle you turned the other card to show him his. He groaned, he was losing.

"If it means you'd spill some, sure." He whispered, you were asking him if he wanted to raise once more and declined.

When you took out the card that he was supposed to pick, he would've lost by 5 points.

Smart man.

"Well, you win this round. Whatcha wanna know?"

~*~

Turns out that you and Eustass Kid had a lot in common.

The questions were from "What's your favorite color?" to "where's the weirdest place you'd done the dirty in?".

To his surprise: you said an airplane bathroom.

When he said an empty room in the middle of a Church wedding, you somehow weren't surprised.

The game went on as you both won and lost, from 11:00 in the evening, now it was 2:00 in the morning.

Both now sitting on the balcony their apartment came with.