Aster
travelling satelite
• Linnaeus Cantrell •
"Royal flush. Pay up boys," laughed a voice, coming from the corner of Satbury's inconspicuous alleyways. Hidden in the dim shadows, four males were huddled near The Holly's Bar back entrance. Lit cigarette butts dimmed in molten oranges before smothering to grey. A collection sound of groaning was made as a cheeky blonde, threw his hand down. A set of perfect cards unfolded onto the table.
The young male looked smug, seated on top of the mountain of empty crates, almost gloating at the round of men who were foolish enough to gamble with him. They ranged from middle-aged to young adult but all of them held one thing in common: they were all bored enough to spend their time with Linnaeus Cantrell.
"Thank you, thank you. Great game, folks. I'll be taking that now," Linden hummed, snatching a wad of twenty from the man's hand. He glanced at his watch, deciding it was high time he went home. It was 6 in the morning, fastly going to 7.
"Sun's rising. I should really get going now. Same time again next week?" he taunted, pocketing the money he earned.
"No, thank you. Anyone would be a fool to continue," one of the older men, Kyle, said with a gruff voice. He lost the most money out of the four.
"Aw, come on. Don't be a spoil sport now, yeah? Maybe Lady Luck will favor you next," Linden laughed, hopping off the crates and ready to leave. He had to sneak back into his room before his parents realize he was gone.
Kyle rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah. Take care of yourself kid. Anymore from you and you might find a noose around your neck." While his words were said lightly, there was a warning in the older man's voice to which Linden responded with a gagging motion, hands around his neck in exaggeration to be strangled.
The others laughed as Linden ran back home, scrambling up the tree which grew near his bedroom window and back into his room. His jacket was tossed into the washer. It smelled of tobacco and Linden could only pray that none of the maids catch whiff of the scent.
Flopping onto his bed, he buried his face into his pillow getting 1-2 hours of sleep before having to rise again. Apparently, he and his sister were to travel south to visit Aunt Lisa and Uncle Frederick while their parents were away on a business trip. Linden didn't see why. They had their servants and he was old enough to manage the house on his own. But orders were orders and maybe it wouldn't be so bad to see his cousins again.
The young male looked smug, seated on top of the mountain of empty crates, almost gloating at the round of men who were foolish enough to gamble with him. They ranged from middle-aged to young adult but all of them held one thing in common: they were all bored enough to spend their time with Linnaeus Cantrell.
"Thank you, thank you. Great game, folks. I'll be taking that now," Linden hummed, snatching a wad of twenty from the man's hand. He glanced at his watch, deciding it was high time he went home. It was 6 in the morning, fastly going to 7.
"Sun's rising. I should really get going now. Same time again next week?" he taunted, pocketing the money he earned.
"No, thank you. Anyone would be a fool to continue," one of the older men, Kyle, said with a gruff voice. He lost the most money out of the four.
"Aw, come on. Don't be a spoil sport now, yeah? Maybe Lady Luck will favor you next," Linden laughed, hopping off the crates and ready to leave. He had to sneak back into his room before his parents realize he was gone.
Kyle rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah. Take care of yourself kid. Anymore from you and you might find a noose around your neck." While his words were said lightly, there was a warning in the older man's voice to which Linden responded with a gagging motion, hands around his neck in exaggeration to be strangled.
The others laughed as Linden ran back home, scrambling up the tree which grew near his bedroom window and back into his room. His jacket was tossed into the washer. It smelled of tobacco and Linden could only pray that none of the maids catch whiff of the scent.
Flopping onto his bed, he buried his face into his pillow getting 1-2 hours of sleep before having to rise again. Apparently, he and his sister were to travel south to visit Aunt Lisa and Uncle Frederick while their parents were away on a business trip. Linden didn't see why. They had their servants and he was old enough to manage the house on his own. But orders were orders and maybe it wouldn't be so bad to see his cousins again.
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