The afternoon had passed fairly swiftly, though it was not without surprise. As Shou went to meet one James Avery after all, he was dumbstruck at the file pushed into his hands, which the boy claimed contained each and every assignment he had missed. Naturally, Shou was skeptical; there were so many bits and pieces that the boy had neglected over the year. However, surprisingly, the file weighed a decent amount and Shou would give him the benefit of the doubt, later in his quarters poring over the majority of the sheets and finding out the boy with the red hair had told the truth after all.
The meeting was kept brief, and he did introduce Akane and James, if only extremely briefly, before bidding them both farewell. He did have other places to be, after all.
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Saturday Evening...like satisfying his itching gambling habit at Shine City's infamous casino. He slunk into the bright and bustling building wordlessly, just like some of the patrons but equally contrasting with the attitudes of others, hands shoved into his pockets and the short remnant of a cigarette he had been smoking between thin lips bitten by the cold. He licked over them time and again; it was a tell of his when he was nervous, he would bite or fervently lick over his lips. Though with lips that soft...
He was greeted by the familiar sounds of jeering and drunken laughter, and he wrapped his royal blue scarf a little tighter around his neck. Shou did not particularly enjoy gambling at this point. No, that was a lie. He could not stay away. Though he realised it was a problem. And a problem he could not resolve, so succumbed to it, a shell of a man.
He slid into a stool at a Blackjack table, though he had been eyeing the roulette tables as well. Letting the brief thought of how lucky he might be to win the Russian variant of roulette, and end up the (un)fortunate victim of the bullet in the chamber, he looked up at the dealer through tired brown eyes, spectacles that caught the gaudy gold casino lights and a tired smile that would almost evoke pity.
Shou never stayed this way, though. There were always drinks to be had to ease into things and forget. Sending a pretty woman waiting on him with an order of Sex on the Beach, he propped his glasses further up his nose before speaking to the dealer, a man with jet black hair and a natural charm about him, coupled with an air of both smooth omniscience and a warm, inviting sort of smile.
"Saturday nights. Pretty packed, are they not?"
Maybe he would let his luck dictate whether he would return the call to the lovely printed digits on the napkin at the Mochavine earlier that day. Good games meant he'd give them a call. Bad games meant he'd put it off till tomorrow.
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