You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em.

[singsforsouls]

Characters: singsforsouls and anyone.
Location: Casino
Time: Midday
Style: Either way! Starting in action.
Status: OPEN.

[ Just like there is no age-limit on alcohol in the Bubble Under the Sea, it seems there is no age-limit for gambling. None of the natives see anything wrong with the sixteen-year old boy sitting at one of the many tables, eyeing his cards

Comments

[thetrollprince]

[Guess who's randomly next to Naoya?

Yup. This guy. And he has this childish look of excitement on his face.]

Wow, you're pretty good at this for a kid. And such a poker face~!! Nn.

[He's been watching for a while okay.]

I've never dabbled in gambling myself. Such a horrible habit~.

[singsforsouls]

[ Naoya glances over, lips twitching in a bit of a smile. ]

Is it always horrible?

[ The boy's seventeen loses to the House's twenty, but he simply accepts it and puts down another bet. ]

[thetrollprince]

No but I've seen some men go over the edge with addiction. They dig their own graves.

[Izaya doesn't follow the game too well. Not as much as he did when he was about Naoya's age and Shiki brought him along to get accustomed to the type of people he'd deal with...

That was a long time ago.]

You don't really seem the type to be such a victim to yourself though. Would you like a drink?

[singsforsouls]

There's no time for that.

[ Meaning to become a victim. Even here...gambling is for a short rest, not something to fill up his days. There are much too important goals to keep in sight. ]

Sure.

[bakegarasu]

[A dark-haired man in a trench coat slides in a seat away from him. He nods to the dealer, and then looks over at Naoya, trying to size him up. He's not completely sure, but he's pretty sure this kid isn't yakuza - but he's still pretty calm, more so than most his age would be.]

[As for Otoha himself?]

Deal me in.

[singsforsouls]

[ Naoya meets that glance -- and then gives the man a slight smile and wave before he peeks at the pair of cards he has been dealt. ]

[bakegarasu]

[Definitely not. He'd either get a boast or a straight face, not a wave. He looks at his own cards, before tapping the table for a hit.]

[singsforsouls]

[ Naoya taps the table twice before deciding to stop at four, unconcerned as he flips over his hand. ]

[immortalityact]

[Mitsuru knows how to play Blackjack. She may have it on her mobile phone and she plays it every so often. She came to the casino to have a look at the interior but she recognized Naoya from the network. Mitsuru sits down at the seat next to him, and glances over as if to indicate that she wants in.]

[singsforsouls]

[ He recognizes her as well when he glances over, and so he smiles and gives her a slight wave. ]

Hi.

[ The dealer adds her in as the next round starts. ]

[immortalityact]

[She places a bet on the table and looks at the cards dealt to her. Eight.]

Hit.

[And she turns her attention to Naoya.]

Naoya, wasn't it?

[singsforsouls]

[ Naoya holds with an eighteen, before nodding. ]

Yes. You're Mitsuru Kirijo, right?

[gloriouscoward]

[Welp. You know he'd probably stick next to and play along.

He's face is plastered with that shit-eating grin face, through the whole game.]

You sure you got it this time, huh, Nao~?

[He actually has a good poker face, just that it's a stupid grin.]

[singsforsouls]

Quite sure.

[ Naoya gives his friend a very slight smirk, almost daring him to think otherwise. ]

[gloriouscoward]

I'm sorry my friend, but I looks like I won another round, mwuahahahahaha!

[He said as he turn up another winning card. Can you tell I have no clue how Blackjack's suppose to work?]

[singsforsouls]

You're having quite some luck tonight.

[ Though Naoya will at least lose gracefully.]