Below The Surface - A Lackadaisy Fanfiction

Cyanide's Touch

A night of witnessing poker playing and other gambling games increased his headache.Yet Mordecai Heller still remained by Asa Sweet's side for that night. All these rich people, wasting their time and wealth on betting games. Occasionally, Asa nudged him into a game or two.

"I'm uninterested in such a rambunctious activity, Mr. Sweet," Mordecai told him in a flat tone, and Mr. Sweet would only reply with a smirk and a shrug of his shoulders, before returning to his gambles.

"Aw, really? I thought you were the type of guy to be exceptionally good at gin rummy~"

Mordecai's ears flicked up slightly, turning his head to face the Savannah cat in front of him: Silas Tueuse, French actor.

"I can assure you, I would rather not." He remarked in disdain, trying to keep himself up to be professional, yet somewhat polite. "Besides: I am not one to lose myself over such antics."

"Aww, what a spoil sport." Silas inched closer to the tuxedo cat, his own ears flicking upward, and his tail fluffed up. Mordecai looked into his yellowish green eyes, and his frown deepened. He watched the Savannah cat breed carefully and very closely. He watched his neck length, brown and highlighted hair, seeing how much it bounced as Silas moved and turned his head.

"That's what I keep telling the boy," Mr. Sweet chuckled, giving Mordecai a gentle nudge. Mordecai suppressed the urge to roll his eyes yet again, but despite that, he couldn't help but to give an unnoticeable smirk at his boss's remark.

"I can always help loosen you up~" Silas offered, leaning back in his chair, his legs opening slightly. Mordecai had a close–mouthed grimace curl onto his lips, his ears flattening against the back of his head. He and Mr. Sweet shared uncomfortable glances of the innuendo Silas proceeded to practically shove into their faces.

"I like to decline that, very much." Mordecai cleared his throat, turning his head away. Silas shrugged with his right shoulder, leaning back more.

"Your loss, then." He ran his tongue on the top row of his canines. He turned to face another hotel member, now chatting away. This hotel member was named Roberto, a quiet and shy type of man. Silas was trying to flirt with him and get him out of his shell, in order to do unholy things.

"Uch..." Mordecai pinched the bridge of his nose, and felt a gentle pat on his arm from Mr. Sweet, and it somehow eased him for the given moment. The rest of the night was still rather loud, but eventually it all ended. Silas brought some poor unfortunate fellow along to God knows where, and the office had been emptied, aside from Mr. Sweet and Mordecai.

"Well, they certainly got their money's worth." Mr. Sweet spoke up, leaning back in his chair and sorting out the dollars he had. He lit up a cigar, intaking some of the smoke, then exhaling out his nose.

"I have yet to commiserate with the fools and how they spill out their wealth over a simple game of gin rummy." The tuxedo cat finally brought up.

"Ah, don't act like you don't enjoy a round of gin rummy." Mr. Sweet chuckled, pulling out his cigar from his mouth. "You're quite good at it, you know."

Mordecai's ears flattened further on his head, eyes narrowing more. His sharp and cold glare softened, just for a split second, before shifting back to the cold and stoic gaze he always harbored. "...I don't play gin rummy much anymore."

"Painful memories, eh?"

"Very much so."

"Understood."

There was more silence, aside from Mordecai taking out his pocket watch and flicking it open to notice the time. He rolled his eyes and flicked the lid of the pocket watch shut with a loud click.