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The baddest
Sleek as a snake, Marley Scarlise stepped out of his swanky car, a pair of glossy black sunglasses perched atop the end of his straight nose, despite the evading sun hiding behind thick, smoggy clouds. His brassy hair was flawlessly swept behind his ears and his crispy autumn outerwear was a striking indicator of his healthy bank account. However his surroundings were quite the opposite, dim and dirty with a concrete downtown painted over graffiti and cigarette butts, obviously a low economic environment compared to Marley’s unparalleled visage who locked his car over his shoulder. Casually ignoring the state it was in as one wheel completely breached onto the sidewalk.
Regardless of how it looked with the man casually strolling, Marley was actually working, firm hand wrapped around the handle of a heavier then it looked Gladstone duffle bag and icy blue eyes trained forward towards his target... or more traditionally, his workplace.
The Casino “purgatory” matched the street it opened onto, dingy with undesirables filing in and out at a steady pace. The patrons were regulars, spending their waking hours slapping their chosen poker machines well into the young hours of the morning. Constantly feeding and taking and feeding until there was little more to give. Others enjoyed a dusty drink at a dirt cheap price. But the majority carried with them not drinks or gambling debts, but stained cash, be in blood soaked or drug smeared, stacks of murkily attained bills waiting to be bleached and deposited appropriately without a trace of their original origins. And if it wasn’t already crystal clear, that was Marley’s job.
A job that was suddenly interrupted by the familiar shape of another man, an unmistakably tall eyesore with a pretty face. Close enough to Purgatory that it looked like he might wander right inside. A sharp grin cut across Marley’s face when he noticed and he was quick to stalk right up beside the other, his preoccupied hands settling behind his back in a half assed attempt to hide his bagged goods. “Can’t stay away, can ya Bubs?” He mused up with a honeyed voice, cold eyes scrutinizing him over the rim of his sunglasses. “Are you coming inside this time or are you going to loiter around like it’s some holiday destination?” He raised his brows suavely, almost boxing the other between the open casino and himself.
Marley knew that he probably shouldn’t be hanging around outside too long and by the look of the bouncers they were irritably waiting for him to do his job. Thankfully though, Marley was his own boss, and it didn’t matter who’s angry gaze landed on him next, everything would come in due time, it was his bloody show. “Come in, have a game, have a drink, it won’t kill ya.”
walteryosmite
Regardless of how it looked with the man casually strolling, Marley was actually working, firm hand wrapped around the handle of a heavier then it looked Gladstone duffle bag and icy blue eyes trained forward towards his target... or more traditionally, his workplace.
The Casino “purgatory” matched the street it opened onto, dingy with undesirables filing in and out at a steady pace. The patrons were regulars, spending their waking hours slapping their chosen poker machines well into the young hours of the morning. Constantly feeding and taking and feeding until there was little more to give. Others enjoyed a dusty drink at a dirt cheap price. But the majority carried with them not drinks or gambling debts, but stained cash, be in blood soaked or drug smeared, stacks of murkily attained bills waiting to be bleached and deposited appropriately without a trace of their original origins. And if it wasn’t already crystal clear, that was Marley’s job.
A job that was suddenly interrupted by the familiar shape of another man, an unmistakably tall eyesore with a pretty face. Close enough to Purgatory that it looked like he might wander right inside. A sharp grin cut across Marley’s face when he noticed and he was quick to stalk right up beside the other, his preoccupied hands settling behind his back in a half assed attempt to hide his bagged goods. “Can’t stay away, can ya Bubs?” He mused up with a honeyed voice, cold eyes scrutinizing him over the rim of his sunglasses. “Are you coming inside this time or are you going to loiter around like it’s some holiday destination?” He raised his brows suavely, almost boxing the other between the open casino and himself.
Marley knew that he probably shouldn’t be hanging around outside too long and by the look of the bouncers they were irritably waiting for him to do his job. Thankfully though, Marley was his own boss, and it didn’t matter who’s angry gaze landed on him next, everything would come in due time, it was his bloody show. “Come in, have a game, have a drink, it won’t kill ya.”
walteryosmite