Gambling and Drinking

[Zenku]

A young man with wavy red hair sat at the Poker table. He was rapidly losing chips, but what did it really matter? They weren't really his chips anyway. Wasn't really his money anyway. Dispite his loss, a grotesque grin broke out over his sallow face. "Big in, Mr. Grenfel..." The dealer told him he threw in two chips and his cards were dealt. A three of hearts and a King of hearts. What was out was a two of spades, queen of diamonds and a jack of clubs. The demon frowned, his eyes glowing brighter for a moment. After a round went by, he threw in his cards. "I fold." He muttered and stood. The demon crossed the casino to the bar on the other side.

Zenku slunked onto a bar stool and caught the bartender's eye. "Three shots of vodka, please." He said with his charming smile. The bartender visibly shuddered, for what reason's Zenku couldn't guess. The bartender poured him the three shots and scurried off, her blonde hair flowing out behind her. "Good thing too, one more mintue with you standing there, and I might have taken you on the bar top..." He muttered sadisitcally to himself.

The demon reached out a pale hand, his nails were painted black and filed down to points, and grabbed the first shot glass. He downed the shot without so much as a faint grimace. He felt the fire of the alcohol burn down his thoart and warm his stomach. He smiled and chuckled to himself. He straightened his green tie that matched his acid green eyes and clashed with is fiery hair and accented the rest of his black suit. "It's good to be alive and kicking." He said to himself and shot back the second shot. "Real good."

[Derick Gabrielus]

Derick wasn't the sort ever to be seen in casino's...after all, wasn't gambling against some sort of Angel code? If it was, he'd be the sort to know. He kept in with the right people, followed the rules and got recognition for it. Although that didn't mean that playing dirty now and again was beneath him. He knew that sometimes a little lying got people everywhere, no matter how much it was looked down on by everyone else.

Now as he walked through the richly decorated Tiger Casino he looked around in distaste. As an angel, feelings and thoughts jumped out at him like radio waves. Radio waves he was powerless to ignore. Over time he had become accustomed to them, unlike his little brother Michael who constantly seemed to be in some sort of distress over them. The thoughts were, however rather useful at times and although Dereck could not communicate back with thoughts like Michael could, they had helped him on many occasions. At the moment, the whole place was stinking of envy, greed and quite possibly every other malicious thought that you could think of. A casino presented the very scum of society and that was why Derick was here. Here he could be anonymous. Here no humans could see him considering they were all over the age of 21. He had found that the only people who could see him were very young children and animals, adults were usually past believing in angels and dismissed the idea. Oh how wrong they were.

Practically gliding his way over the thick carpet, his black dress trousers and white shirt seemed no more out of place than anyone else would. If anyone could have seen him and ignored the large white wings that protruded from his back, then he would have fit in perfectly.

[Zenku]

A presence filled the casino and made Zenku jumped until he realised what it was. An angel. A diabolical smile broke out over his pale lips. His acid green eyes scanned the crowds and easily picked out the angel from the crowd, now, what was an angel doing in a casino? A place so full of sin, an angel couldn't make anything better, and certainly not on his watch. Zenku stood, making his way through the crowd, shifting back into his demon form so the humans couldn't see him anymore. The last thing he needed was to look crazy. Oh wait, too late, his clashing mauve tie seemed to give that one away. He laughed darkly, horns growing out from his temples, black and ram like along with a thin, long tail. It swung behind him like an impatient cat on the hunt.

The demon closed a hand over the angel's shoulder (as opposed to the wing yank, he was going to try to do, but changed his mind at the last moment. "And Whatcha'n angel like you doing in a place like this?" He questioned, laughing in his greasy manner right into the angel's ear. In his demon form, he looked even more replusive. He looked close to a cocain addict who hasn't had any blow for awhile. Dark cirlces sat under his eyes and his skin seemed pale and pasty.

"There's too much sin for you to change here, dear, holy angel." He said in that cold, greasy tone. Not quiet unlike an artic oil spill. He laughed and smiled his grotesque smile, his teeth more pointed that the average human. He looked liked a shark. "Unless...that is your here to commit sin yourself...then maybe I can help." However, Zenku was the last person you wanted help for anything from. He tightened his grip for a moment on the angel's shoulder for a moment. "So why'reyou on my turf?" He questioned, slurring his words together in an unctuous manner with a dark grin on his lips.