This choice: Literal Trait Thieves, Again (Again). • Go Back...Chapter #4Literal Trait Thieves, Again (Again). by: Unknown Liam Tucker sighed as he gulped down yet another scotch and assessed the deck of cards laid in front of him. Damn it, seventeen, he thought to himself. His eyes peered upwards for a moment. Surrounding him were the vastest array of degenerate gamblers that he'd ever seen; rich old white men, young and handsome black ones, women with high hair and even higher raised noses, and so on and so forth. There even seemed to be a child sitting there, a little boy in fact, clad in an elegant baby blue dress with diamond earrings and the like. Either his mind must've been playing tricks on him or he was starting to feel the effects of the scotch.
"Hurry the f*ck up, b*tch," he heard a feminine voice spit from the other side of the table. He looked up for a moment. He recognised her face: Abby Thomas was as alluring as always, her face painted with subtle blush that made her creamy skin shine and her body adorned in an expensive Chanel ballgown that billowed over the carpeted floors. They'd actually been friends before, if you could believe it despite the murderous glances she shot his way, what seemed a lifetime ago, that was before the whole robbery debacle that'd derailed his entire career as a socialite. How could he have ever forgotten such a beautiful face in the first place? Abby interrupted his daydreaming as she turned to her partner beside her, grumbling, "My d*ck is throbbing, babe." Liam scoffed. How crass.
Helena Thomas giggled cutely. Like her wife, she was as stunning as ever. Her brunette hair was pulled into an appealing bun, leaving her gleaming silver irises to shine unobscured in the dim lighting, both of them tracking each and every breath that Liam made. "So's mine but you don't hear me complaining," Helena smirked back, stacking her cards once more. She steepled her fingers menacingly as she whispered, "Our old acquaintance Liam is going bust anytime soon, I can see it written all over his face."
"Oh, is that so?" He smirked as he looked towards the dealer, taking a moment to admire their petite height and cute breasts. "Hit me." The dealer, who's nametag read 'Aaryan', sighed as he placed down one final card. If Liam had been attentive he would've noticed the female-bodied man's tired eyes rolling in disgust before he ran his fingers through his greasy hair.
Liam cleared his throat brashly. He cracked his knuckles before he tentatively moved to flip the card over. A bead of sweat trickled down his brow. Come on, come on, he thought to himself, willing with all his soul for a four. With a quick flourish he flipped it over.
An outrageous sigh rang across the table. Helena chuckled slyly while Abby nuzzled her face into her shoulder. Five. Sh*t. He dug his face into his hands as the dealer collected the pile of chips . He cursed under his breath as he waved the game to hell and stormed from his seat. He'd soon reacquainted himself with the casino's bar, taking the little stool that he'd taken almost every day this week and ringing the bell for yet another serving.
As he checked his watch for the time, he felt a tiny breeze tickle the back of his neck. He heard the stool beside him creak slightly as the dark-skinned barmaid placed his glass onto the table. He craned his neck to the side in curiosity. He was pleasantly surprised to see a woman sitting on the stool beside him, her legs crossed politely and her fingers tracing the outside of her supple thighs. Her face was delicate, soft even, smooth as honey and pale as mist, with unnaturally shiny, almost porcelain-like skin. She was more than beautiful in a manner that Liam could not accurately put into words. Her body was swathed into an alluring ensemble, a modern dress as white as innocence herself that opened at her chest and flowed past her legs, draping onto the ground, with a tight black belt secured around her waist and an accompanying set of tight knee-high leather boots. She couldn't have been up to Liam's shoulder, as such was her petite stature, yet she seemed to hold an intimidating presence that Liam couldn't shake. As he became lost in her swirling, abyss-like black pupils, he drunk in even more details, noticing her face was and had been unmoving and stoic the whole time she sat there, radiating an almost impenetrable sense of power that made Liam shudder.
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Liam grunted as he forced his eyes to flash away, his lungs now heaving as if he'd done something excruciatingly laborious. The woman beside him seemed to notice and Liam could almost feel the eerie grin spreading across her thin, cherry-blossom lips.
"It's never a smart idea to promise to pay with money you don't have," she finally spoke, her indiscernibly accented voice barely a whisper but filled with a strange unfamiliar familiarity.
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