Holy shit.
Was that who he thought it was?
"Shou?" Holland stammered out, his mouth slightly ajar as he stared at the white haired man before him. It had been four years since they last saw each other. Who could have guessed that they'd finally have their reunion in a high-class gambling establishment in the middle of the night? The Detective stood there, a dopey grin suddenly appearing on his face, flashing his friend with his pearly whites.
"You son of a bitch! Four years of no phone calls, texts, emails, or letters and you just decide to show up?" He chuckled, sauntering up to the Blackjack table and taking a seat. "Still drinking those fuckin' fruity drinks, eh? I told you that shit is garbage; full of sugar and watered down."
He lit a cigarette and wrapped an arm around his friend, before taking a quick puff and glancing at Ryoki as she chatted with the bunny girl. "So, this your girlfriend? Quite a piece of eye candy you have acquired for yourself. Consider me jealous!"
Looking at the waitress, he snapped his fingers suddenly turning to his friend. "Eh, fuck it I'm a hypocrite. Hey waitress, can I get a White Russian? Thank you, toots!"
Shou requested that he sit down and play a game, but the Detective wasn't so sure. "Are you sure? I haven't played Blackjack in ten years."
Wherever he went, Oliver like to take charge of the situation. "Dealer, new player. Cards! Gimmie gimmie- thank you!"
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