criminal | gxg

11pm - borrowing cash

the night market slowly faded away behind us as we entered the city district. standing right in front of us was a elegant building which perfectly encompasses the meaning of 'grand'. people from all walks of life streamed through the glass doors, all with the same goal in mind - to hit the jackpot.

inside the somewhat daunting building was a scene i never thought i'd witness in my life. the rattling of die in the cups and whirring of cards that the dealers held; the jangly music and chimes that came from the rows of slot machines; the clicking of the roulette wheel as the black and red became a whir of colours. not to mention the strobing lights and multiple chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. i was struck with awe; it was overwhelming to say the least.

i started observing the crowd. we definitely stood out from the obnoxious ladies wearing their so-called sophisticated gowns and gentlemen in their mundane suits.

"chin up baby, walk with confidence," she whispered in my ear with a small smile on her face, nudging me forward as we ventured further into the casino, "now let me show you how it's done."

she took off her hoodie to reveal a lacy bralette and a set of abs that i didn't know was hidden underneath. did i mention the belly button piercing? i gulped. my stupid pair of eyes were somehow glued to her figure, tracing every single curve and admiring the work of art placed in front of me. it was almost as if she was prepared for the casino before she started running from the cops.

"baby, eyes up here." she said with a smirk, placing her hand under my chin and tilting it up to meet her eyes. goddamn, she's perfect... wait what?

"find yourself a DOM. yeah, that stands for Dying Old Man, like that guy over there," she pointed at a greying man surrounded by women cheering him on, "all men are trash, they're just desperate suckers for young women," she spitefully said with disgust, "flirt your way through and steal some chips, i'll meet you back here in an hour or so."

my gaze was still stuck on her as she headed towards that table, sliding herself into the seat next to the man. one hand was caressing his shoulder and face while the other made its way onto the pile of chips on the table. making sure she kept eye contact with him entire time, she grabbed a few chips and made conversation for a while more before leaving.

tucking the chips into her bra, she pulled me closer by the waist and said, "we just got ourselves a few thousand dollars baby, and we're only getting started."