My Nihilism Got Me Laid?!

Turns out those two days of no notes were a break, a moment to rest before I'm thrown back into the endless torment. Well, at least my deity bulletin board was kind enough to give me that much.

"Alright, I'm going to be gone for the next three days. I left food in the fridge; Don't answer the door for anyone except Moxie. Call me if you need anything.... and bedtime is 10 o'clock. Boketto, I'm trusting you to enforce this rule."

She salutes. "Leave it to me!"

It sounds more like I'm leaving a pet behind than two women who are older than me.

That just gave me an idea.

"I still don't really get where you're going for the next three days."

"Its... work trip."

"I thought you were unemployed."

(x3x) "Wh- well... it's a spiritual retreat."

"I see, you are planning to learn more about Kin Ki." Cafune bows. "Shinu, sensei, and as they say in China Ni hao, Caca-san."

That's gotta be offensive.

With a wave, I make my way out the door.

Boketto waves. "Bye, bye, Graves!"

I asked Moxie to check in on the girls once a day to make sure they haven't managed to explode my apartment.

As for today's venture, my omniscient bulletin board has given me yet another ticket for entry into heaven's gates... actually, that's bold of me to assume I'm going up. Well, my therapy session with the Reaper is a three-day vacation at a casino resort.

Taking a twenty - minute taxi, I arrive at the grand entrance of the resort. The building curves, and extravagant neon lights flicker. This place is supposedly funded by the mob, but I thought the mob was wiped by the new governor.

It's morning, yet the halls are lively as people gamble their lives away.

I only brought a backpack and three sets of clothes; in my eyes, it's less of a vacation and more of a mission.

Taking the elevator up to my room, I look out at the view. It seems my omniscient deity board is not quite the high roller I'd initially surmised, cause I'm on the 10th floor. To be fair, I have been spoiled with my penthouse home, so anywhere else I go is more of a downgrade.

Unpacking what little I had, I sit on the bed. Pulling out the three notecards, I shuffle through the names. "Cozen, Renna, and Noctiva." Deeply exhaling, I only know one of the names on this list.

Of course, one of the names is a celebrity Noctiva. But the date and time are two days from now. With the race track tickets for tomorrow, that just leaves today.

The chips in my hand clatter as I toss them in my cupped hand. "Cozen, I got no location, just a bunch of poker chips telling me to bet on zero."

I spend the rest of the evening doing research on real estate and being a landlord. Apparently, I have not been doing a lot of things that landlords should be doing... and a lot of things landlords shouldn't do... like having sex with the tenets. So I guess my discount makes up for my inexperience.

At five I decide I should probably go and play hero.

Grabbing the poker chips for the counter, I make my way down to the lobby casino.

It's packed, old people pulling the slot machine levers with looks of pleading hopelessness. At the Black Jack tables, some guy is trying to show off his money to a woman who seems to show no interest.

It does feel a little depressing and out of place to be at a casino alone. All these people have dates. Maybe I should have brought someone with me.

Cafune?

...no.

Looking back down at the note, it says to bet on zero. I assume that's referring to roulette.

Making my way over to a nearby table, a group of people are laughing at a joke I missed.

Awkwardly sitting down beside them, I try to fit in by fake - laughing.

They all turn to me with a look of confusion.

( ᵕ— ᴗ —)

Might as well commit. "Is there a Cozen here?"

They shake their heads. "Uh... no."

It's a needle in a haystack; I get no hint as to the time or which table.

"Place your bets."

I take my stack of chips and slide them all on zero. I don't know how much it's worth, but I think it was $500 worth.

The group collectively looks at me with awe.

The guy next to me leans in. "You know, pal, you can spread out your chips. The odds of zero are nearly impossible."

He's right, I only have one chance at this. But this system has yet to fail me.

The house waves their hand over the board, indicating bets being set. Placing the ball on the roulette wheel, it spins.

The group leans on the edge of their seat with an eager expression.

"Cmon, twenty-three!"

"Lucky number seven is going to make me rich."

It's not my money, so I don't really have the same passion as these people do.

٩(¬_¬)و "Yay. lets go, zero."

The wheel begins to slow down. The white ball bounces around.

...

"Zero."

Everyone's eyes widen as they slowly turn to me.

The surrounding people begin to cheer for me, acting far more friendly.

"Wow!"

"Nice going, man!"

"What's your name? We should hang out."

I try to shoo away the vultures as the house slides over a large pile of chips.

Getting ready to pack up and cash out like a smart gambler, a woman in a bunny suit struts past.

Her gaze lands on my pile of chips.

Her eyes widen as a smirk falls on her face.

"Wowzer, mister, look at that!"

Behind me is a set of glistening azure eyes catch my own eyes. A tall smirking woman stands before me, her long white hair reflects the casino lights. She wears pink detached sleeves, with matching thigh highs that struggle to contain her... ( ⚆_⚆) look at those thighs...holy.

She gets unnecessarily close as her breasts overflow the black leotard as she presses against me. She smirks, leaning in, she whispers. "What do you say we get you a drink and head over to the high roller table to win you some real cash?"

My sales skills are, once again, paying off, giving me a superhuman ability to detect fellow snakes. "I don't really feel like falling into your snake pit, so... no thanks."

"Ooh, c'mon, don't be like that. I'm just trying to help you win even more. Is it so wrong for me to lend a hand?"

"You're about to deal me a shitty one if I follow yo-" I pause. My eyes narrow. "What's your name?"

She loses the seductive act and jumps back. "My name? Cozen." She reengages her seductive act. "Why? Do you want to learn more about me? How about we get you a drink and talk?"

"Wait, can I try to guess?"

She raises her eyebrow. "Guess? Guess what?"

"I follow you to private, curtained room. You give me a drink you made. I drink it, pass out due to the drugs you put in it. No one bats an eye if some guy is passed out, especially if he's at the high roller table. As I'm asleep, you steal all my chips and valuables. Then you take my body to a nearby bench and leave me there for security to wake me up. That way, it appears I was just blackout drunk; even I wouldn't know that I was robbed, likely thinking I just gambled it all away after a long night of drinking."

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(¬_¬) ... (º-º )

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(- ε -) "u- wel- no- I mean, I don't do the whole security guard thing. I just leave the- I mean..." Clearing her throat, she puts her hands on her hips "I don't appreciate these accusations. I would never do something so despicable."

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(^_^) "I see, that's a relief."

She now strains a smile, leaning in too close once more. "Sooo? One drink will loosen you right up. Whadya say?"

If nothing else, she is determined.

Giving her a look of pity, I put my hand on her shoulder, shaking my head. "A little advice, one serpent to another... a snake should know when to shed its skin."

"Eh?"

"Whelp, good talk! I'm gonna skedaddle before any more vultures mistake me for a corps-"

My eyes widen as I realize...

I strain a smile as I turn. "One more time, what's your name?"

"Cozen?"

Shit...

With a sigh, I nod. "Which way did you say the high roller table is?"

She whips her head up with wide eyes. "Really?! You'll play?!"

"Yes."

"What do you say to a drink, its on the house?"

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