Hitting on the hitman

I meant to do that. (10)

Lucas dragged me out of the building and jumped on his chunky motorcycle, I looked over to the car in the car park.

"Can't we just take the car?" I whined as he passed me his helmet.

"The car can't fit into small spaces, do you want to be stuck in traffic?" He gave me an impatient sneer back.

"If it means I don't have to deal with whatever we're doing," I joked, but I meant it.

He just rolled his eyes. "Cmon, get on you'll be fine."

I huffed before stepping on behind him wrapping my arms around him before he turned the engine on and Hunter zoomed out, making grit fly everywhere, and dust in my mouth.

Lovely.

We followed after him the bike roaring as we sped past the tall stacks of buildings. I didn't shut my eyes this time though, I just enjoyed the ride until we got out of the city and into the countryside, "So where is this place?" I asked still holding on tightly.

"We're going to a casino,"

His eyes were glued on the road, but that didn't matter, it just made me feel safer.

"Oh, do you gamble?" I asked raising my eyebrow.

"What? No, of course not!" The edge of his mouth lifted a little and I knew he was smirking. "We're going there because this is where Marcel is selling smuggled drugs," He mentioned casually like this was his normal Saturday morning routine.

I watched as we got into another city this one was filled with shopping centres and malls, and it flooded with people like a tourist attraction. We zoomed past a sign that read:

Welcome to eaglestone. A town on the edge of LA.

We got to the casino where this 'Marcel' guy was and Parked up, it was covered with bright flashing lights and bold letters drawing in attention. It flickered so much I wondered if I would go blind.

People bolted in and out like they were part of some unorganised circus act, so we quietly snuck round to the back of the casino which was far duller, but at least it didn't hurt my eyes to look at.

I put my taser whip thingy in my tracksuit pocket and we entered through a back door to find a guy there puffing out smoke with gold chains and rings his body littered with tattoos leading up to his neck and going under his lose shirt. "Ayyy! Hunter my man!" He smiled giving Hunter a bro hug.

"What's up Blang how are you?" He laughed back and I couldn't help but shift around a little.

"I'm good my guy. What brings you here? You barely come nowadays!" Blang chuckled.

Blang? Is that his actual name? Blang? That's, interesting...

"You know how it is, I'm so busy these days," Hunter said patting Blang on the shoulder.

"Too busy for your favourite evening hang out? I feel betrayed! It's been lonely without my crazy gambling buddy." Blank whined.

"Well, I'm here now." Hunter smiled.
"Right well, ima head in see you in there?" Hunter asked.

"Yeh. I will go in in a sec, don't start too much trouble without me bro!" Blang slurred, lifting his cigarette in the air. At least I think it was just a cigarette.

"No promises!" Hunter laughed leading us up some stairs that lead to a massive hall booming with loud music followed by ringing and bells, the tapping of dice and balls rolling smoothly or raggedly. Even the sound of cards being angrily slammed down on tables from the hundreds of people losing their money echoed the hall.