“Fuck you!” the chair went crashing to the floor, but barely anyone noticed in the busy casino. “Fuck you, you cheated!” Rayn was sat in his own chair looking up at this guy, innocence oozing out of him. Of course he ain’t innocent, and he had cheated, but seriously, butter wouldn’t melt. Las Vegas, man. There ain’t no place like it.
“Is there a problem, sir?” I asked, standing behind him, just a little too close to unnerve him and throw off his accusations. He turned to look at me and Rayn made his escape. I s’pose that was the advantage of being as small as Rayn – you could slip off easy and disappear in seconds.
“Yeah, that little faggot just ripped me off!”
“Okay, just stay calm. Come with me and explain what’s happened.” That was my usual role in the game. Rayn cheated, scammed as many fuckers as he could in the casino. I played as a member of staff to calm the situation if people like this decided to kick off and control it before any real staff noticed.
He followed me like the little idiot he was, expecting to be taken to an office to look at the CCTV tapes. Instead, I got him outside, with a little confusion and yelling from him. Then I beat the crap out of him. He were so shocked he barely defended himself. By the time I had him pinned to the ground with his arms twisted behind his back, I’d kicked most of the fight out of him anyways. I held his wrists with one hand, ignoring his pleading and snuffled begs for mercy, and pulled his wallet out of his jacket pocket.
“No, please, I lost all my money on that game,” he said through a mouthful of blood.
“I know,” I smiled, putting the wallet on the floor where he could watch as I flipped it open. I pulled out his driving licence and read his address.
“Is that your real address?” I asked. He hesitated. “That’s a no, then. So this is a fake ID. Where do you fucking live?”
“I’m not telling you!” he squeaked. Rayn skipped down the alley towards us, the grin on his face reminding me of a psychopath.
“Aw, is he being difficult?” Rayn asked, smiling sweetly. Anywhere else he would've looked like a kid begging his mom for some candy. Here, he was the one with the scare factor, not me.
“I suggest you tell my friend here where you live. See he has these anger issues. Kinda like the Hulk, only he doesn’t go green.” The sweet, innocent face never faltered. He knew I was unstrapping my hunting knife from my arm, letting it slide down into my hand. I didn’t go anywhere without that thing. I pulled it close against his throat, the deadly edge pressing just hard enough to draw a few beads of blood.
“Tell me,” I ordered coldly. He caved. The smell of piss came off him in waves, and Rayn’s laughter told me what I couldn’t see. Fucking coward. I watched his face as he told me, and saw that it was the truth that was coming out of his mouth. “Good boy. Now, if you call the cops, we’ll find you and make you wish you hadn’t been born, okay?”
He nodded, looking up at Rayn.
Rayn, however, was more interested in something going on behind us. “Cops,” he hissed. They pulled up as he said it, blocking off the far exit of the alley.
“Breathe a word of this to them and you’re a dead man,” I whispered in the guy’s ear before pulling him up, using him to block the view of the knife in my hand. I brushed him down with my free hand, sliding the knife back up my sleeve as discreetly as possible. Rayn picked up the guy’s wallet as the cops walked towards us.
“Someone tried to rob this guy!” Rayn said to them when they got closer, the creepy ass smile gone now, “I didn’t see which way they went.” He looked around, letting a frustrated look flicker across his face as the taller cop watched him. They reeked of suspicion.
“And what are you two doing out here with him?” the cop asked, his tone unimpressed. It weren't hard to tell he didn’t trust us. I pulled out a packet of cigarettes with the same hand that had been holding the knife moments ago and showed them.
“I just came out here for a smoke. Found him out here all fucked up, laying on the floor.”
“I saw him from the end of the alley where you’re parked. I was just trying to make sure this guy’s okay,” Rayn said, handing the guy back his wallet. The guy wasn’t a very good liar, but he was smart enough to play along and he seemed to fool the cops, ‘cause they shrugged at each other and one of them went back to their car to get a radio.
“Remember what I said,” I smiled at the guy. “Stay safe. I’ve really gotta get back to work.” I nodded at the cops, and slipped back inside the casino before they could say anything about it. Leaving Rayn to it, I stripped off the waistcoat and casino logo, and pushed my way back out into the casino to find another exit.
“Well that was an interesting night,” Rayn said, dropping the keys on the coffee table as he slumped down on the sofa next to me.
“Yeah?” I’d gotten in maybe an hour before him and put the time to good use. Aside from running scams in casinos and cheating people out of their hard earned cash, we also ran a small drug business. I had to make sure what we were getting was good, right? How better than to try it out for yourself?
Rayn was talking about something but I was thinking about exactly how much more I should try, and his words slipped through my mind like a vapor fading to nothing. I must've been sat staring vacantly at the table.
“You’re high, aren’t you?” he asked, poking me in the chest. I looked up at him slowly, like I was moving through glue and grinned. My face felt slack.
“S’good stuff, we’ll make a fortune off it. Try some.” He giggled, prodding my face around, taking advantage of the fact I was too fucked to stop him from doing what he liked with me. I growled. “Just try some, stop torturing me.”
He smiled brightly and picked up the spoon, setting to work on joining me in my bliss.