»opulence{miles kane x alex turner}

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this might be going a bit fast, but i need a bit of pace lmao. also you might notice the first part of this is a bit different in terms of style- without using 'POV' i had to make it seem like alex was talking, and he was pissed while i was doing it

thank you for reading, you're all my faves and i love you

This is late but i was on holiday and i'm lazy i do apologise

-georgia

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Alex had never been to a casino before, and from the stunted experience he'd had as a result of tonight, he was also fairly certain that he didn't want to go to a casino ever again. He'd been perched in this red leather bar chair for the last three and a half hours, and was stubbornly failing to see what the attraction was. He'd lost about a thousand pounds, was uncomfortably tipsy, his thighs were hurting where the seat was digging in, and the cloud of secondhand cigarette smoke that was swirling around his head was just unpleasant enough for him to feel fugged and choked.

Miles, on the other hand, was having the time of his life.

This wasn't one of Miles' casinos (he'd decided that if they had their night out in a self-owned business, it would be decidedly biased), and although this one was fairly high-end and they'd had no experience of drunken heathens causing trouble in the foyer, it was located in a rather less than excellent corner of London's central business district- not close enough to say it was in Soho, but then not far enough away to say it wasn't. They'd been driven by Jamie in what was probably the most uncomfortable car ride of the few in Alex's memory, and been deposited at the elegant doorway almost five hours ago. While Miles seemed to be enjoying himself to no end as he slid poker chips across tables and dice into waiting hands, whisky bottles and tattered fifties following him like an extravagant snail trail, Alex couldn't wait for some fresh air, an excuse to take off this horrendous suit and an escape from the burning panic that was grasping at his innards. Miles had described the evening's entertainment as 'a bit of a flutter', but Alex was panicking more than fluttering, and not because of the money, but because he didn't want to look like an idiot.

This one-sided night out had been Miles' idea. (Actually, it was Jamie's, but as far as Alex was concerned, it was a goodwill gesture.) Apparently it was to cement their new partnership, since the only time they'd ever actually 'socialised' had been Alex's father's contact party, and that had only been a night of strained glances and apologetic jokes. Anything other than that had been on a strictly business basis, and Miles had decided that he couldn't work so closely with someone he didn't know on a more personal level. That, paired with the fact that Alex had admitted he'd never been to a casino in his life, had culminated in this rather terse night out to a casino in London that neither of them had ever heard of before. There had been one conversation in the car- although that had mainly been Miles pointing out landmarks to Alex who had never been around this area of London before, and several eyebrow-raising anecdotes about what the Kane had gotten up to in the past few casino excursions. That seemed to be the extent of their socialisation, since Miles' initial idea appeared to be abandoned once they actually got inside and the only person the second man seemed to talk to was the suited bartender spinning the poker wheel.

There was something in Alex's mind that was telling him he needed to be a bit more proactive about the situation if he was really so uncomfortable, but there was that ever-present fear of coming across as an idiot. Admittedly, Miles appeared to find Alex's personality so far rather endearing, but whether or not that would stretch to everyone else remained to be seen. It was a risk he would take once he'd had a lot more tequila than he currently had in his system. He spared a rather horrified thought as to what his father would think about his state when he got home, but the subject depressed him too much to dwell on. He found himself simply staring at Miles instead, through the pleasant cloud of alcohol that he was trying to pretend had significantly less potency than it actually did.