After years of bouncing around from casino to casino as a poker host, you finally found one that you believed you could spend the rest of your career at, thanks to them, your guys.
Six of the best men you could imagine, each one of them with their o...
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"Hey Y/N"
"Hey Daniel." I smile at my boss as I walk into the back office, chuckling to myself as I watch him pulling his hair at the roots whilst sitting at his desk, the monitor screen lighting up his face as he watches it intently.
"Oh for fuck sake!" He exclaims, flopping back in his chair before grabbing his walkie talkie. "Change the dealer again!" He growls into the mouthpiece, throwing it back on the desk after hearing the pitboss respond.
"What game?" I ask him, leaning over the desk peeking at the security footage.
"Roulette." He sighs, watching as the dealer gets swapped out for another. "We got a whale from outta town absolutely sucking us dry right now. And if that isn't bad enough, I had to break up a granny fight as they went at each other's throats over a slot machine. Fuck!!! New dealer!!!" He screams into his radio again, watching as the outta towner hits another big one.
"Want me to deal?" I ask him, grabbing my own radio from it's charging station.
"No it's okay." He waves me off. "Your guys are already here anyway."
Ah, my guys. When he says my guys he means our regular poker players. 6 men that do not miss a single night of playing a game or two. Over the years of my position of casino host here at The House Of Cards I've actually become quite fond of them. Keeping me entertained each night with their demands of drinks and bitching about the hands they're being dealt. But in all honesty, if they weren't around, I would have been out of here years ago.
That's the thing with working in a casino. You either start in one place and never leave until retirement. Or you bounce around from place to place, sometimes not even in the same country using it as an excuse to see the world.
But when two years ago I received a call from my friend Daniel, who is now my boss, begging me to come and help him out, I jumped at the chance to be somewhere new. I just didn't think I'd be here this long. And I have my guys to thank for that.
Walking out of the office laughing to myself when I hear Daniel screaming again, I take a quick glance over to the roulette tables, noticing the whale he was speaking of. Now I must tell you, when we call someone a whale it does not mean fat, although this man is quite sizable. A whale in casino jargon simply means high roller.
Stopping for a second I notice a large cloud of smoke surrounding him, the dealer grimacing as the smoke drifts in her direction.
Walking over, my heels stomp on the carpeted floor, the pitboss watching me as I step up behind the whale tapping him on the shoulder.
"Excuse me sir, I just wanted to introduce myself, I'm Y/N, the casino host." I smile, extending my hand to him.
"Bill." He says in a monotone voice, before turning back to the table to place a few more bets.
