Roll or Die

Rolling

"Hey, Hotaru, why are you not getting ready for going to a casino for the first time? You need to look your best!" Marionette looked at me, all dressed up in her best clothes. Her bright red hair shimmered with her black ex prom dress. I stared at her sky blue eyes. Her freckles complimented her fair white skin. I looked at myself. I had fair skin just like Marionette and my eyes were the same shade as hers, but my hair was dirty blonde and tied up in a messy ponytail. I had my best clothes on, but I didn't want to be rude about it.

I wore a black, white and grey striped shirt and I wore a leather jacket over it. I wore tight jeans and had my blue-grey converse shoes on.

"Marionette, these are my best clothes and this is the best I can look, darling." I commented about myself. Marionette groaned.

"But Hotaru, why do you wear such disgusting clothes? You should be out there with the men, not here with your phone and up on the internet with a possibility of paedophiles following your account!" Marionette stared at me.

"Marion, please; I'm eighteen. I have the choice to vote and gamble now and I'm sure no one will bother me; I'm just a face in the crowd, after all." I told her. Marionette sighed in agreement.

"You're right. I shouldn't be judging because you're a rock punk and these are your best clothes. You're just a human and we're all special in a way." Marionette smiled at me.

"Yeah. Let's go." I told her. 

"That's the spirit, Hotaru!" Marionette cheered. I giggled in delight. The nerves and personality of that girl, it's beautiful. 

We arrived at the Casino at 8:15PM. I stood outside of the casino itself as Marionette got us £1,000 each. 

"Here, Hotaru." she gave me the £1,000. I looked at her. 

"What do we need this for? We might as well not be in the casino and give this to our parents; they need this money, after all." I told Marionette. 

"That's one out the two to why we're here: One, to get our parents money, and two, it's your birthday, so you might as well try gambling for the hell of it." The last words became menacing. 

"O-okay then?" I questioned under my breath. With this, Marionette opened the doors to the casino. The minute the doors opened- no, the millisecond the door opened, the strong smell of alcohol and cigarettes came rushing through mine and Marionette's noses. Marionette coughed and nearly gagged at the smell after ten seconds, but I was fine with it somehow. As I went through the first parts of the casino with Marionette, I had a sudden connection with the casino. I didn't know if it was just me, but I went to ask her anyway.

"Marion, do you ever get the feeling when you enter a certain place for the first time and you feel like you belong there?" She stared at me.

"Yeah, I got that feeling when I first entered the principal's office. Why ask?" She asked. I paused for a minute.

"I feel like I belong here. I feel alive and I feel like myself here." I responded back after a moment, recollecting my words.

"Interesting. Never knew a friend of mine would feel she belongs in a casino!" She muttered, as if something was up.

"I was just saying." I told her. As we walked on, we saw a few casino games. I was interested in all of them, but Marionette was only focused on the bar. 

We sat down at the bar and saw a woman attending behind the bar. She had fair white skin. She wore a tired expression on her face. She had dark blue eyes, naturally thick crimson hair and she wore a work jacket with the theme of red on it. She wore a light red skirt and wore a white shirt underneath it. There was a little diamond shape on the crest of her work jacket. I looked at the woman. Marionette was the first one to talk to her between us.