Musical One-Shots

Race x Reader//Casino

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A/N: I am going to use the game Texas Hold 'Em as a game of poker. I vaguely remember  but also forget how this game works, so sorry if anything is incorrect!  As well, I did a little research how casino's work, but it's probably still also a little incorrect, as I've never been to one, so sorry for that as well.

ALSO! Gambling isn't good, don't bet a lot of money, chances are, you'll lose! 

(Lastly, I'm so sorry this has taken so long, I'm back from my extremely long hiatus, I promise. Tried to make this a little longer for you guys, so yeah, hope you enjoy that :)

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The corset was tight around your waist as you studied yourself in the mirror cautiously. Your H/C hair had been done, your nails painted F/C, and your E/C eyes glittered underneath the curtain of your hair.

You looked stunning. Definitely a plus when gambling at a men's bar in New York.

The Ace. That was your whispered nickname among the many casinos that you had visited and frequented. Ace was the best card, the most important and always won.

The name was a perfect match for you.

The only part that was left out from your reputation was that you were a girl. It was hilarious to see their reactions when they realize a stunningly gorgeous (young-ish) girl at a casino was not there to attract men; she was there to beat them at their own game.

And with that last thought in your head, along with a bit of wishing for good luck, you left.

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"ID."

"Sir, please, I-"

"ID, or you won't be let in."

You sighed and roll your eyes, before slipping past the guard, muttering in his ear, "I'm the Ace. I'll pay you a hundred tonight."

You could feel his eyes on you, smirking as you entered the casino smelling of cheap beer and cigars. Jeez, it was stupid people couldn't keep their lips from alcohol for a minute. Cigars, well, you couldn't be a hypocrite. You smoked them when you good, nicotine never hurt anybody too badly.

You stumbled over to a long table playing Poker, lighting a cigar and inhaling, feeling the nicotine take your brain. "Deal me in next round."

" 'ight."

You watched their facial expressions, and although it was clear that these people were good, you knew you were better.

Why else would you have your reputation?

The dealer pushes out another last of cards, and you quietly observe a Queen and King dealt out.

This would be a pretty good chance of a win if anyone had a Jack and Ace, but what were the chances of that?

You forced your attention away from the cards, and looked around at the table to see who your opponent's appearances. Basically just older men, with booze in the cupholders and and pipes in their mouths.

Probably catcalls in their mouths, too.

Not surprising, honestly. But it was still lucky, because people thought less when drunk, and well, that was always one method you could get your way.

However, what surprised you was seeing a teen boy chewing on his unlit cigar, his gold locks folding onto his face from under his hat and his expression neutral. He stuck out from the demographic, looking focused as he could be.