4chan Hazbin Hotel story: gambler anon

from Thread #134 of /hhg/ - Hazbin Hotel General. I love this Thread so much
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>anon grinds the two blood red die in his hands, feigning stress
"This is your last bet ya understand?"
>the grizzled hulking bouncer grumbles next to your left
"don't worry baby" rang in angel
>pressing his chest into you, just out of peripheral range.
>you grin as you glance over
>hes draped in a tapestry of rose and gold, and a curly brunette wig.
>two of his arms snake their ways into your clothes and caresses your chest, comforting you, and urging you on further.
"would you do me the honors?"
>you cant help but grin devilishly. fiendish even, as you raise the die up to Angels velvety lips for him to sensually sigh on them with his own brand of luck. and smirks
>with a flick, and a clack! the die are sent careening into the craps table and ricochet for what felt like forever. until
"SEVEN?!" the bouncer shouted.
"HAHA!"
>the casino erupts into a volcanic level of cheer
>Angel nearly cries
"Holy shit anon! A million DOLLARS??" Oh my god! WERE RICH!"
>angel picks up the dice once more and hands them to you
"care for another run?" He smirked. "for the road maybe?"
>you grab them and hold them up to your chest for a moment. but decide against it. but only after a calculated pause for the crowd.
"awww booo" the audience echoed to his statement
>you drop the dice, and head over to the chip exchange
>no lines. fucking excellent a quick getaway.
the Cashier starts counting bills and laying them out flat in front of the barred barrier between you, and your, 'earnings'
>one
>two
>four...
>the squid monster lays out eight hundred thousand, still counting
>a paradise of green lay in front of you
"HEY YOU!"
>the bouncer grips half of your coat and suit easily in his hulking hand as he pulls you up to his eye level as he snarls though his words
"Looks like you're spending the night here pal. we got just the place for cheap winners like you"
>he rips into your picket and pulls out those same blood red dice.
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"Riggin the game is our job" the bouncer laughs through his crooked teeth
>you grab his arm with yours and swiftly fling your weight over and around his arm to send your foot crashing into his jaw like a slingshot
>he drops you
>angel grabs six mounds with each hand
>guards from the front pull out their guns and point them at you and your partner
>in a flash, your pistols make short work of the immediate first two. the others are rushing to catch up fron the other entrances.
>its 9:24pm you think to yourself
>the front guards are on their smoke break.
>angel dives into the passenger seat with the cash
>your stylish ass slides across the hood
>angel pops the driver door and starts the engine
>you loop around the door, slam it, and put that petal almost through the floor
>tires screech.
>and not long
>you and your partner,
>are long gone.