Thread: Bright Young Thing ::: {Prince of Smut & Ariamella}

RE Bright Young Thing Prince Ariamella Scarlett watched on with a slight smile turning up her lips while the dealer took bets from the six patrons at the table. Penelope sat in front of her, fingers toying with the white chips that were neatly stacked in four even piles, and she gently pushed forward one stack to make a corner bet on 22, 23, 25 and 26, doing as her best friend instructed. For a game of pure luck, it seemed the girls were a little too blessed at this guessing game, and by the looks on the other players faces, it was obvious they thought the same. No straight bet this time? a large, mustached man asked in his distinguishable southern accent. Afraid youre going to lose your winning streak, hm? Upset that you havent won a single round, are you? Penelope shot back something of a fiery taunt, a hand moving up to tuck one side of her long blonde bob behind her ear. Scarlett only smirked and looked up at the man through her thick lashes, knowing full well that he was bothered with the turnout of the game, especially after he spent a good five minutes at the start spouting some nonsense about how women really werent fit to gamble. She examined the numbers on the table, unable to decide which number held the most winning potential. Oh, she could sense it was one of the four numbers, but each had an almost equal chance so her only solution was to make the corner bet and leave it as it was. Of course, there was a short time once the wheel and ball were spun in which she could tell Penelope to change her bet, but she would rather win something than lose the bet entirely. After all, with Penelopes mouth and her arrogance, it would be a devastating blow for them to lose. Both women watched as the dealer spun the wheel and tossed the ball in the opposite direction, and then Scarlett felt it an 83 chance on 23. She didnt hesitate to whisper the information to Penelope, who pushed her stack of chips a smidgen to the northeast just before the dealer called off all further bets. A tense moment of silence hung around the table, and each player looked around at the others before a majority of the looks of scrutiny ended on Penelope, whose own eyes were fixed on the small white orb that spun around and around.. Scarletts heart raced as the ball lost momentum, and the smile on her face grew to a wide grin when it bounced around the wheel before finally settling on 23. The dealer marked the spot with a small glass, eyes narrowing at the two women while he raked the losing bets off the green velvet and dealt out the winners chips. Across from Penelope, the beefy mans knuckles gripped the edge of the wood so fierce that his knuckles turned white- a stark contrast against his enraged, reddened face. Smug contempt was written all over the blondes face as she turned to him and said, Well, it seems that youre the only one here whos unfit to gamble. Better luck next time! Or you could get a better good luck charm, one like Scarlett here. The words set him off like a rocket and he noisily stood from the roulette table, storming off without another word, leaving a distraught-looking young woman scampering after him. A round of nervous snickers came from players and bystanders alike, only silenced when the dealer used two fingers in a beckoning motion with his eyes locked on the winning women. Scarlett exchanged a nervous glance with her friend as they walked forward, suspicious but also curious. Not you, the dealer said pointedly at Penelope. Only her. He jabbed a finger at Scarlett then promptly turned, making another beckoning motion for her to follow. Giving a reassuring glance to Penelope, Scarlett followed him, drink in hand while she analyzed her options. There was a slight chance of danger, but it was no higher than what it normally was, and that was almost a comforting thought. At least there was no probability that spelled out her death. The man didnt stop until he reached a curtained entryway, holding open the thick, velvet drapes for both of them to step through. Alone now, he leaned against the wall, arms crossed against his chest. Miss, Ill have you know that cheating and trickery isnt allowed here and if thats what youre playing at, well have you leave. His eyes flicked over her as if studying her face for guilt, but she kept her cool demeanor. I can assure you that its nothing of that sort, Scarlett answered, taking a sip of the liqour in her glass before continuing. A twinkle lit up her own eyes, portraying amusement but also the innocence of truth. Fortune just happens to smile down upon some people more than others. I take it youre talking about yourself then? Youre trying to tell me youre some kind of luck incarnate? He scoffed at her, shaking his head in disbelief. Yes, something exactly like that, she answered back hotly this time. And what of the other times? Not just tonight, but one week back I saw you and blondie win almost every time you played craps. What of them? It happened exactly how it did tonight, and that was through fair play. Now if youll excuse me, Ill take my leave. My dear friend has waited long enough, wouldn't you say? Scarlett stepped to the side, but the man shot out an arm in front of the curtain preventing her from exiting. No, he shook his head, Im going to need you to wait here. And I mean it. Dont move. His voice hardened at the words, and a dangerous glint sparked in his eyes before he gave a nod and disappeared behind the curtains, leaving her to wonder what a simple roulette dealer would want with a woman like her.