Death-Day (A Oc backstory)

Part 1: 🍾🍸Casino Chaos 🍸🍾

Sounds of blasting music, men and women laughing, and drinks clinking didn’t affect me anymore. I walked to the blackjack table where three middle-aged men ordered their drinks. The feeling of my heels clicking on the hard ground springing up my legs as I wander over. Just as I got there I smiled and handed them their drinks one by one. They all thanked me and continued to play. Speed-walking my way back over to the bar I look around the casino like I always do. The glitter and green money covering the floor, and the shine of the bright lights bouncing off the stage poles. The glistening alcoholic drinks in people’s hands, it was truly beautiful. Stop looking around Shawn! Check what time it is, I looked down at my watch, the ticking of the tiny clock going off beat of my jittery foot bouncing up and down and up and down, to see I was off duty and could go back to my apartment. Sighing with relief I walked to the back to change from my suit to my regular clothes.

I ran out of the casino and to my car where I drove off as fast as I could, the street lamps shining against my car as I drove past, the light shining in my eyes every now and again. I finally made it to my humble abode. Pushing myself from the car and onto the pavement of the parking lot I made my way towards the building. My boots clicked on the concrete as I stumbled up to the front of the building. Pushing the door open I instantly headed for the stairs. My boots clicked on the stairs, and clicked, and clicked, and clicked, as I made my way up. My room was the one right next to the stairs, so it saved me from dragging myself down hallways. Pulling my keys from my pocket I unlocked the door and stepped in. “Wow, this place is really messy,” I mumbled as I looked around, “ I should probably clean.” I decided not to, that’s way too much work. I bulldozed my way through the chaos on the floor and went to my room.

The room I slept in was actually clean, surprisingly. I strode my way across the room and threw myself onto the bed, groaning as my head it the wall. Hissing as the pain grew, but I didn’t really care, I just wanted to sleep for once. Kicking my boots off I climbed into bed, until my roommate, Charles Dick who is a jackrabbit, kicked my door down, literally. “WAKE UP SLEEPYHEAD!” He yelled as he flicked my lightswitch up and down. Groaning in response, I rolled to the other side of the mattress. “Wow, you’re as lazy as a rock Shawn.”

I turned to look at him, ”I’m the one working at one of the busiest casinos in Vegas. And you’re the one who’s unemployed.”

He groaned as he walked over to the side of my bed. “Get up we’re leaving.” Furrowing my brows as he pulls my blanket off of my bed. Yelling no as the freezing air hits my skin, causing goosebumps. Groaning I rolled off the bed and onto the floor with a huge thump, considering that I am a very skinny person.

“Where are we going,” I ask as I slowly get up. “To see a film.” Slowly nodding as I regain my balance,” What film?” “Frankenstein,” he replied as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me out the door and down the stairs. Trying to object as I got dragged until I went with it, Hey, I don’t have to pay for it! Grinning as I thought of not actually paying for something for once, money doesn’t grow on trees you know.

After about twenty minutes of walking, we finally got to the theater. But I’ll spare you the BORING parts so let’s just skip to after the film ended. We walked out of the theater smelling like butter and popcorn. What a delicious scent. We ended up walking over to a friends animation studio. Man how I wish I worked there, but I decided to work at a stupid casino. He made it there and slammed open the door, knowing he would come to see what happened. I looked around for a little, the walls dripped ink and were rotting a bit, maybe they should clean this place. “Oh, hello Shawn, Charles.” He nodded at Charles, “Man, haven’t seen you Cats in a while.” He stated as he looked us up and down. The tarantula nodded a bit in approval, for something.

“Yeah yeah, we know David. We just came by to see if ya can give us a ride back to the apartment.” He nodded as he brought us back outside and to his car. He dropped us off at the door and said to me,” Also, learn how to use a door,” and drove off. I stood there for a second to realize what he just said and chuckled. Man, he can be lame.

The next morning I was woken up by Charles breaking a hole in my door, from trying to kick it open. I need a new roommate. “Dude, what the actual fuck?”

“What?”

“Nothing, just leave please. I need to get dressed”

After I got dressed I headed to the parking lot and to my car. About fifteen minutes later I finally got to the place I call a job. Walking in I instantly ran for the back room to change into my uniform, which is all the more embarrassing. But I’ll share it with you anyway, they made me a cocktail waitress, but I am no doll. So I have to wear a bunny suit, amazing right. I think they bit off more than they can chew with this outfit, but it fits me perfectly so I don’t think it’s a mistake. But that day was like no other day, oh no. I got carried away with the drinks. Precisely young men asked me to have a drinking competition with them, and I happily agreed and won, after about seven drinks. I was so drunk I forgot I had a car and walked all the way to the market on the other side of town. Spending all my money on food I didn’t need but ate anyway.

The next morning I woke up with a mind-splitting hangover, it wasn’t the best day ever. I was off work today due to my behavior and couldn’t go in. Ba bang, ba bang. I could hear my heart in my ears as it pounded against my ribcage, pounding and pounding on my ribs as if it were a prisoner, making my headache worse. I shifted my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, losing my balance and almost falling. Catching myself I stumbled my way out the room and into the living space. “Charles!” I yell while looking around, ”Charles where are you?” I heard a sound from the other room, it sounded like something hitting the floor. I walked along the carpet and lightly knocked on the door.

“Charles, you okay in there?” I slowly open the door to see him packing up things in boxes, ”What are you doing?” I ask.

“Since you want to be a dip, and spend all our money, we have no house!” He yelled as he continued to pack his stuff, ”The rent was due today, and you know how strict they are with the rent, if we don’t pay by two o’clock sharp, we’re out.”

I furrowed my brows,” What do you mean? It’s like nine a.m.” “

No, it’s not! It’s three thirty in the afternoon!” He yelled in protest, he dropped the lamp he was holding, ”And if you actually paid attention! Then you would know.” He turned back around and finished his work. I lugged myself to my room and started to pack. Man, why was I such an idiot? I really need to get my stuff together. I continued to pack my stuff into box after box until it was all gone.

I shoved all the boxes into my car and drove off, until I realized I had no other place to go.....

//oh wow okay! Here's the first part to the story! It won't be that long but a few chapters worthy.

Word count: 1409 words//