the thoughts of alcohol and drugs dominated his mind, but it soon stopped when he heard the sound of an uncommon, yet new voice to him. with furrowed eyebrows, arthur slowly turned around to see who was talking. to his surprise, it was a girl - a girl with a knife. ❝ what are you doing up so late, little girl? shouldnt you be asleep? ❞ he asked, his voice painfully interlaced with incredible amounts of sarcasm. his green eyes were relaxed, yet they seemed to stare daggers into the girl, as they flickered from the knife in her hand to the girl in general. as a gambler, he had already been exposed to a whole variety of crimes, but never have they been committed by the likes of a small girl. with an exaggerated sigh, arthur took his eyes off the girl. to him, the girl was just a liability. even though girls like her, parading the streets with a knife in hand was uncommon, he didn't bother to watch her for any movements towards him. he wasnt too far from the casino, anyways. as long as he could reach it, he'd be fine.
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