The alcohol must be starting to get to me, because as the colt skitters across the table for a fourth time, for a moment i swear there's two guns. Ace seems fine enough as he catches the gun, showing that his depth perception is still intact. I pour him more whiskey, hoping that if i get him drunk enough, i can escape from this stupid place and escape this even more stupid game. I watch him cock the gun and put it on the table. As he does, i spot a gleaming gold watch on his wrist that i could swear is brand new. Guess I'll ask him.
"Say, where'd you find that nice watch Ace? I didn't think they were your style."
"Oh this?" He nonchalantly responds. "I was walking by a jewelry store and saw it in the window. Saw some nice rings too."
"Lemme guess, you stole them?"
He shrugs, both literally and shrugging away my question, replying with, "i can neither confirm nor deny your rather rude accusations."
Rude? Not really. Accurate? Absolutely.
So what'd you do with the cashier? Did you trick them or waltz in gun-toting?
There's a stiff silence, and all the humor in the air dies and makes way for a steely cold. I make eye contact with Ace, and his glance turns even colder. He stares for a while, saying nothing, with a serious but expressionless face. His gaze could pierce into someone's soul. Lucky for me, i almost don't have one. Almost. All i can say is, "You didn't."
"I did."
I don't know why I'm surprised. I knew he was a heartless bastard. I've always known. You know the second you meet him. His presence makes the air rot.
"What would you even need a ring for? It's not like you wear them."
This was a pointless question. Exactly why did i expect an answer? Ace never liked revealing things about himself. He's too careful. Instead, he just says "it's not like it matters.", And re-plasters that permanent smirk to his stupid face.
Sigggggh
I'm out of the loop again. Whatever.
Ace laughs quietly and raises the gun to his head, flashing the watch a second time. Then, he locks cold eyes with me again as he pulls the trigger.
Click.
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Roulette
Mystery / ThrillerA psychopath walks in the form of a functional person, a shell of what he once was. With no concept of sportsmanship, he's too dangerous to be playing any sort of game with. And yet...here Quinn sits. With nothing but a bottle of whiskey, their memo...
