[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=goldenrod][center]Aiden Shaw[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[/img][hr][Color=Goldenrod]Location:[/color]  Lady Lucks[/center][hr]

A fresh unlit cigaret hung from between grinning lips, lips that were slightly swollen from a recent split and stained with a faint red smear, a mix of blood and rich lipstick. An old tattered rucksack sat freely around his feet. In his left hand, beyond the bruised knuckles, he held a near empty bottle of beer. Just one of the many that had passed his hands that day. In his right hand a pair of dice rattled together as he vigorously shook them. Then in hopes for some sort of extra luck, he stoked them down along his beard as he contemplated his chances. It wasn't too good. Cards were his forte after all, not dice. 
He had hardly come to this situation on his own accord, beside him on either side stood two very powerful motivators in the forms of beautiful stunning women. It was only after a little playful persuasion that they had easily lured him away from the poker tournament to the roulette table instead. After the trouble they had got him into, he could hardly let them down now. 

Aiden had put down enough money to keep things exciting for them. He knew he only had their interest as long as the stakes were high. As he got ready to roll, the blonde to the right took his hand and softly, slowly, sensually pressed her lips to the back of his closed fingers. But it was her eyes that got him, that devilish playful glare. He chuckled to himself shaking his head as he stared right back at her. Exuding his nonchalant confident boyish charm  he carelessly flung the dice across the table without even a twitch or glance. His eyes stayed trained on hers. A contest began as the dice tumbled over themselves growing nearer and nearer to settling. Who would succumb and look away to the table first.

They giggled to themselves, caught up in childish games amidst such stakes.
The sound of rolling dice slowed, made clear by the sudden hush of the spectators as breaths became held. The brunette on his left squeezed his shoulder so tightly in her growing anxious excitement that her fake nails dug painfully into his skin. One die stopped. A gasp took the crowd. Aiden tauntingly bounced his eyebrows. The second die clicked against the back edge. The blondes smile slowly wavered. The tension grew. The time was near. Curiosity was high. The brunet slipped something into his drink. The dice teetered on its final edge. It was truly now a make or break moment!

And there Aiden was, calm and relaxed, standing around a busy roulette table putting more focus on flirting than his money. A little tipsy from the alcohol, just enough to take away the sting of his earlier fight. Here he was in his zone and he loved it. The 'lucky lady' was truly his kind of place after all. Even if he was starting to wear out his welcome amongst the more senior regulars.