Roulette

The shuffling of cards.

Chips exchanging hands.

The band on stage, looking for their big break.

The waiters taking orders, laughter. All of that is drowned out in the back area.

It's a simple set-up, a black curtain that drapes over a wooden pole and onto the floor. It's large enough for two people to stand in about, three feet away from each other. In the center is a old barstool from the late 17th century,

on top of said old stool is a simple silver case, it looks exactly like an ordinary brief case, but it's silver.

Inside the case are two silver six cylinder pistols and two bullets, one for each gun.

This is where Nightshade had first challenged me to a round of Russian roulette she won.

And now this idiot has decided to try and follow in her footsteps.

Key word is try.

Caucasian, male, English, straight, brunette, extremely stupid, And a complete narcissistic asswipe,

"Do you understand the rules?"

It's hardly a question, as Vel hands him the waiver not carrying if he signs or not.

But he has a witness, a blonde wearing a pink cocktail dress is clinging to his arm.

"Yeah yeah. I've played this game plenty of times."

He nonchalantly signs the piece of paper. Not even bothering to read it, the fool. It's not even a real waiver, its a contract.

A deal if you so prefer.

This guy really is a fool.

" Oh really? What caliber gun did you use when you played? "

I spoke up for the first time since the poker table. This idiot was at the poker table basically robbing everyone of their money, except for a couple of the older guys, who know how to pick their fights.

Smart old bastard's could tell he was cheating.

Sriracha had noticed the Ace'ss up his suit sleeve, he also broke quite a few other rules of the place before that, so she called me over to handle it.

He noticed my gold name tag, it says "owner" on it right above my name. He knew that I'm important, so he started saying how he "wanted a challenge, something a bit more exciting." he said it in a way that showed he thought that he was better than everyone else at the table.

So I offered to take him back here and show the game not everyone gets to see.

"Oh you know, just air and NERF guns can't have anyone dying!"

He was laughing, so was the girl on his arm.

That might change once Vel opens the case.

I looked at her she looked at me.

she grinned.

Now when a normal girl like Vel grins, you grin.

5,5 blonde hair green eyes and just the slightest sound of a British accent. But Vel,

While she is 5,5 has blond hair, green eyes, and has a British accent she also has blue skin, glowing antenna that remind you of an anglerfish, (but she has two of them) and sharp serrated shark like teeth. When she grins you frown.

It's safe to say the laughter died.

She took a key out of the pocket on her skirt.

"Y-you can't be serious."

Idiot seems to be sweating, bimbo's eyes are wide.

I load a bullet and aim between his eyes.

"Deathly."

"YOU PEOPLE ARE CRAZY!"

Who ever said we were people?

Vel glanced down at her watch.

" Can we just finish this already, Del you're already behind on paperwork and as you're secretary, I can't clock out until you do. So tick tock bitch, and you brown haired idiot. Stop you're yelling you singed a fucking contract. Or didn't you read it?"

Vel is just like her father when he would get stressed.

I put the gun to my side.

" Uuggghh, fine but if I lose I don't have to do paperwork for the rest of today."

I put my gloved hands in my pocket and sigh.

" of course you won't have to do paperwork you'll be dead."

His voice had raised a quite a bit indicating that his stress levals are sky rocketing.

" Not another one. "

Vel tossed one of the revolvers to him, safety on of course, can't have him dying quite yet.

His eyes widened with more shock than he was already in.

"Y-you want me to."

He was staring at the gun in his hand eyes so Wide they kinda look like something from one of Cater's anime manga thingys. I flipped off the safety of my gun and placed it to my temple.

"I thought you played this game before?"

Ohhh if only I could grin..

~*~

Uuggh that one was way to messy, I pulled off my now bloodstained white silk gloves and threw them into the closest trash bin. Revealing my deep red claws once more.

The dumbass put the gun to the back of his head causing him to explode when he pulled the trigger. The girl had started to scream so I allowed Vel to, 'take care of' her. that was apart of the contract they must not have read the fine print.

Vel's a siren so she can feed herself just fine but Chef and his daughters usually catch and prepare a plethora of prey, that suit her and others dietary needs.

But of course Vel prefers her food raw, whole and fresh. Heh, siren's are picky eaters.

I need new gloves and Vel will most definitely need a whole new outfit. the one she's got on is most definitely ruined.

I'll go see with Laki about the new gloves for me. For Vel's outfit, there should be a new one in her closet. I'm going to have to ask one of the girls to go get that. I never go into anyone's room without permission, even though technically all the rooms belong to me, but I've learned my lesson about that the hard way.

After that I'll most definitely swap in for Sriracha at the main poker table. once I put in the pin to the employees only door I opted it.

what was on the other side was more of a surprise than a knife to the back. He spoke,

"Hello baby brother. How's the family?"

What in the actual fuck? I'm in shock he never comes here, not directly at least.

" Val?"