Dice Deals The Cards

Workaholic

"Come in." Devil's voice rang out. The two heavy metal doors opened with a slow and loud creak, and Dice looked puni compared to said doors. He walked, the clanking of his wingtips sounding on the marble floor.

"Sir, I have a request, a measly one." Dice got straight to the topic. The Devil looked up from papers and waited expectantly. When he told the young adult to continue, Dice spoke, "I simply want the first half of Sunday off. I will be on over at the casino working triple time during the night shift. I can even stay overtime til' the next morning if you wish. But I can't decline this... offer."

The Devil sat there in thought. He of course could read people's souls and what was truly going on in their heart. So he could tell that while his story was vague, it wasn't false either. "Why do you need to take up this other offer?" he decided to ask.

Dice about choked up from not having prepared that far, but caught himself. "I wish visit home." That was true, but once more not all of it. The Devil crossed his arms, waiting for a better, or rather more detailed exclamation. "And visit some people I grew up with, as well as my mother..." There it was. The whole truth.

Devil hummed, his tail swinging idly. "And you say you'll work overtime?" he asked while pouring himself a glass of scotch to the brim. No rocks, disgusting. He apparently liked feeling the fire slip down his throat or something.

"Yes, sir. I won't stop working until you will me to." Dice confirmed.

The Devil chuckled a little. He wanted to see how diligent this little king really was. "Alright. In fact, I'll give you the whole Sunday to visit if you'll work overdrive for... say three days? Only food and restroom breaks? No going home? We are short on staff at the moment." the Devil compromised. He was surprised to see Dice grin some.

"That'd be great!" Dice exclaimed a little too excitedly, extending his hand. "It's a deal on my end."

Devil smiled as well, even if it was just to see someone suffer. "A deal it is!" he leaned forward to grasp Dice's hand and shook it. "I enjoy making deals with you, King. You keep them like a promise."

"Thank you again, sir." Dice stood up to leave, but the Devil caught his sleeve.

"Sit down, will you? Your shift is over, you really are a workaholic, aren't you? You're into that shit?" the Devil toyed.

Dice did sit back down, but he gave a slightly confused expression. "I'm not quite sure what you mean, boss?" Dice figured he worked at a normal rate, maybe a little bit above average. But not to the 'workaholic' title level. "I thought I worked normally."

"No, you're constantly everywhere trying to fix everything, calm all of the angry patrons down, you sweep, you mop, you tend the bar- is there one thing you don't do?" The Devil asked, and to no surprise Dice responded with a quiet glance away. The demon sighed, pouring Dice a drink. "I know we just made that deal- mind you we're keeping that deal- but after that, calm down a little? Please, it's like watching a hummingbird on his third expresso. So calm down. Okay?"

Dice felt a snicker escape his throat, and was about to freak out and try and cover up that he laughed at the Devil until he saw his smug face. Okay good, he wanted him to laugh. "Alright, alright, I'll try and mellow out." Dice had just noticed the drink. "Oh, thank you, but I'm only eighteen."

"Yes, but you work in the Devil's casino, chances are the water you've drank here was spiked with vodka." The Devil pointed out. "Don't worry about it, no pigs here."

Dice nodded slowly. God, if his mother knew about his current occupation, and the fact he was about to drink alcohol ?? Her disappointment and hurt would be worse than the fact his soul wasn't his anymore...

The die chugged the drink quickly, the Devil smirking when he winced from the slight burn. "Huh! Not bad for your first shot of scotch. What do you think?" The Devil inquired.

"I think it's not for me, heh..." Dice claimed, clearing his throat, though he still smiled, even if it was nervous.

Devil shrugged. "Eh, it's not for everyone, especially that drink in particular, very acquired..." He crossed one leg over the other as he put his feet on the desk. "Well, I suppose I won't keep you any longer. Remember our deal."

"Of course. Thank you so much again, boss." Dice stood, pushing in the cushioned seat and empty glasses to go wash them, before jumping when the Devil spoke.

"Dice. Leave it. Henchman can grab it later." The Devil rolled his eyes.

"R-Right. Sorry about that." Dice placed the glasses down before turning to the doors. "Night, sir." was all he said before leaving.

The Devil had waited until he couldn't hear Dice's footsteps anymore. Nobody ever told him goodnight genuinely. "Night."