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It Wasn't A Good Gamble (Alex, Yaksha)
Sat Oct 14, 2017 8:16 pm
Alex
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You know, Alex just wanted to relax when he came to Vegas. Like, honestly, he'd been through enough shit in Hawaii, what with the whole ass-beating thing and whatnot, and the last thing he'd thought to himself after all that was, Gee whiz I sure do wanna get my shit kicked in by some Vegas thugs, just fuck me right up Mr. Mobster Man.
But, as it turned out, drunk Alex wasn't the smartest gambler, and that was just one more reason he didn't exactly dig on getting totally plastered out of his mind. Lost a grip on his reason, that whole "basic common sense" thing that was pretty important to making smart, well-informed decisions, ad in turn that basically meant a lack of what one might call proper freedom.
Unfortunately, these deep philosophical ruminations on the nature of freedom and the self were cut short by a rather impressive punch to the gut, which would have hurt a lot more if it weren't for Maiden Masher making Alex's skin harder than a horny teenager in a strip club. Even so, it knocked the wind out of him, and he could feel his bones starting to heat up under his flesh. Last thing he wanted was to hit the Riot here of all times, so he took a second to calm down a bit and think this whole thing through.
"Alright, buddy, listen. We can just let this whole thing slide, you dig? No sense in making us both go through this song and dance, you know I'm not gonna be able to pay you even if I wanted to. Which I don't, just so we're clear."
Seriously, this whole thing had just been the worst fuckin' idea. Alex wasn't worried that he was gonna die here or anything, but the itching in his fingernails told him that if he didn't figure something out pretty soon, he was gonna get real out of control real fast, and that wasn't something anyone wanted to see, least of all him. Ugh, but he had a guy holding onto each arm, two more ready to beat him if he tried anything smart, and whoever the fuck Mr. Bigshot actually was, anyway. If they were a little cuter this might not have been so bad, but not everything gets to be a fantasy. Ah well, he still needed to figure out how the hell he was gonna get out of this one...
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