10:13 PM

Chapter 1

(yeet so I'm trash at writing but I've triple checked the grammar and most of it's correct, aside from intentional stuff, so enjoy)

It was 10:13pm on a Friday night, at the Jack Russell casino, I was your average employee here, 22 years old, a college student, and my looks were at least slightly nice. I was what the cool kids back in high school used to call a 'pretty boy', my sorta shortish banged hair was a hella deep brown, and my eyes were a hella icy blue. I had the body of a twink, and the height of a ninth grader, 5'5'.

I sat at my table, yawning my head off, although my head was mostly elsewhere, I was day dreaming as usual, and waiting for someone to come blow away some cash. I had only been seconds into my dream when I heard someone call out to me.

"Hello? Excuse me..?," The stranger had a confused tone.

I jumped slightly, spooked from my dreaming and almost as confused as the stranger sounded.

"We'd like to play a game please." The one who spoke was a tall man, maybe in his early twenties. He had dark brown hair, like his eyes, and was dressed in what I assume, was expensive clothing. He definitely looked expensive at least, like one of those handsome rich CEO type guys, he also gave off the sense of a man that should never be trusted. He was accompanied by two other men, not nearly as handsome as him, but most likely rich as well. One looked to be near his fifties and well the other, he's an ugly side hoe, not important.

"Oh uh, alright." I was quite caught up in my customers beauty, not to mention his handsome voice. But enough of that, I have a job to do, and right now that was roulette.

"Okay, how much would you all like to bet?" I tried to sound cheery despite being tired as fuck.

"Six hundred, and sixty six, on red thirty five," The handsome stranger said with a bit of amusement in his tone. I myself snickered a little too.

The two others placed their bets as well, and soon after we started. Yet unfortunately, none of them had won anything, in all honesty I was hoping one of them would have some luck. Minutes later the three had split up, one off to the bar, and another went to go flirt, and lastly, our handsome stranger had stayed with me.

"I'd like to play again if you don't mind," The stranger made himself comfortable in a chair as he sipped on a drink he had brought with himself to my table.

"Of course, but I hope you're more careful your money sir" I said with a weary smile as I awaited his response and bet.

"That was pocket change to me dear, but I do understand why you feel that way. Let's do, a hundred on fourteen," He smiled a little and tapped his fingers against the table.

"So Mr. Pocket change, you got a real name you'd be willing to share?" I questioned as I started the new game.

"Mm, well I suppose you could know it, but you have to win it first." He once again had that amused tone.

"You're joking right?" I chuckled a little as I watched the marble slow down

"Oh no, I'm serious," He looked down at the marble as well and a pleased look came across his face for he'd won this round. "Rock, paper, scissors. One round, if I win, you come have drinks with me and my friends. If I lose, then you get my name."

"Sounds fair enough, but this also sounds like child's play. alright draw on scissors," I rolled my eyes a little as we both readied our hands to draw.

"Rock..paper.. scissors!" I had drawn scissors, and our dear handsome stranger had unfortunately drawn paper. "Looks like you lose, so what's your name?"