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     The Devil clenched his cigar between his teeth, growling with anger. Dice was good at keeping a poker face, but also good at throwing him off with that little smirk, or smile, or grin. He threw his cards down in defeat, huffing at dice.

Dice laughed, his eyes glittering mischievously in the dim and smokey casino lights. "I win again!" He muttered, snickering. He crossed one leg over his other, his foot bouncing happily in tune with the music playing.

The Devil wasn't really upset just- a bit peeved that he was thrown off by such little gestures from King Dice. His tail flicked around behind him and he grumbled something inaudibly under his breath.

"Pardon?"

"You want a drink?" The Devil whistled for the Busboy with a tray, waving him over without a word.

"Boss, you know I can't handle alcohol." He glared at him, fanning himself with his hand of cards.

The devil smirked, leaning his upper body across the table. "But, it's not a dare. Just an offer."

The busboy slid them both drinks, silently stalking off to the other happy and unhappy people of the casino. The devil was actually surprised at the people still bustling around this late. Dice had a sour expression on his face, eyeing the drink cautiously. "..."

The devil picked up his own, chuckling. "I won't play anymore. You've won enough." He parted his lips slightly, forming a small, cheeky grin. He brought the drink to him lips, but continued to watch Dice right with himself over his inability to stay sober after one or two drinks.

His gloved hand traced along the table in front of the drink, already feeling nauseous just thinking about drinking it. He wouldn't. He shouldn't. But would he, just to spite the Devil? Maybe. He growled uncomfortably, setting his cards face down on table. He peeked at the Devil for a moment, who was still smirking and smiling in his drink.

He probably wanted him to drink it.

"...That wouldn't be terrible. Would it now?" Dice muttered to himself, thinking. He took another look at the Devil, before whistling the busboy with the drinks back over.

The devil raised a brow, but did not speak. He was curious.

He could not hear what Dice asked the busboy for over the ruckus of angry gamblers and happy acquirers, but suddenly he handed him the whole bottle off the tray, setting it down with a soft clink. The bottle was full, almost to the brim.

"One more game," Dice finally spoke, quirking a brow at the Devil. "And if you win, I'll drink this cup I already have, and the whole bottle."

"Ooh, I thought you didn't like making bets with me anymore."

Dice shrugged. "Eh, I've already ruined myself once- one more time wouldn't be so bad. We got a deal?"

"I believe we do."
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Ayy, long time no see???

WELL I'M UP AND AT EM AND CONTINUING THIS FIC AYYY-
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