10-19-2020, 12:27 PM
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The morning after. It was a sorry sight the very next day, but one which Teddy would not regret for one minute. Lounged back at one of the booths, groggy eyes surveyed the floor of the dimly lit casino. No dancers or performers snaking around tables in celebration; no party goers in their swarms schmoozing and mingling among one another; the floor did not vibrate with the sound of music echoing across the floor. Instead, the gentle clink of champagne glasses being collected from tables and shattered bottles shovelled up into buckets to dispose of elsewhere.
It had been a thrilling celebration, one which held a level of sentiment to Teddy - his older brother’s marriage, of course, but also nearly as importantly the very beginning of his business venture in the big wide world. People from far and wide had attended the celebrations, the wedding doubling as a night-long business conference for Teddy’s own motives. People from his former life had found themselves eyeing the casino floor out, as if to determine the level of Teddy’s current success. They seemed pleased to find that the once nothing more than a leech had actually faked it until he made it in the industry.
Whispers from the opulent rumoured that they anticipated the Knopes to be in line to become the next big fish in the underground world.
Lips twitched ever-so-slightly as Teddy reminisced on his successful night, before he then took a swig of water and two painkillers in front of him. The most successful of nights were the ones in which alcohol only fuelled his ambition, a confidence to mingle with the most powerful of men without hesitation. Today, though, his head felt a little bit sensitive. In fact, he was doing well, all things considered.
Shifting around to collect a box of matches, he struck a match before lighting up the end of a cigarette, taking in the burning sensation that filled his lungs before he sunk back into the booth, watching as people cleaned up from the night before. It was finally all coming together; this life worth living.
// sorry this is a week late but better late than never ahjghjkl
The morning after. It was a sorry sight the very next day, but one which Teddy would not regret for one minute. Lounged back at one of the booths, groggy eyes surveyed the floor of the dimly lit casino. No dancers or performers snaking around tables in celebration; no party goers in their swarms schmoozing and mingling among one another; the floor did not vibrate with the sound of music echoing across the floor. Instead, the gentle clink of champagne glasses being collected from tables and shattered bottles shovelled up into buckets to dispose of elsewhere.
It had been a thrilling celebration, one which held a level of sentiment to Teddy - his older brother’s marriage, of course, but also nearly as importantly the very beginning of his business venture in the big wide world. People from far and wide had attended the celebrations, the wedding doubling as a night-long business conference for Teddy’s own motives. People from his former life had found themselves eyeing the casino floor out, as if to determine the level of Teddy’s current success. They seemed pleased to find that the once nothing more than a leech had actually faked it until he made it in the industry.
Whispers from the opulent rumoured that they anticipated the Knopes to be in line to become the next big fish in the underground world.
Lips twitched ever-so-slightly as Teddy reminisced on his successful night, before he then took a swig of water and two painkillers in front of him. The most successful of nights were the ones in which alcohol only fuelled his ambition, a confidence to mingle with the most powerful of men without hesitation. Today, though, his head felt a little bit sensitive. In fact, he was doing well, all things considered.
Shifting around to collect a box of matches, he struck a match before lighting up the end of a cigarette, taking in the burning sensation that filled his lungs before he sunk back into the booth, watching as people cleaned up from the night before. It was finally all coming together; this life worth living.
// sorry this is a week late but better late than never ahjghjkl
[align=center][div style="width: 400px; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; font-size: 6pt; line-height: 1.4; letter-spacing: 0.5px; word-spacing: 2px; margin-bottom: 5px;"]✧･ﾟ: I'VE BEEN IN LIKE A THOUSAND TIMES, DATED EVERY WOMAN IN THE ATMOSPHERE. I'VE BEEN TO EVERY CONTINENT, BROKEN ALL THE HEARTS IN EVERY HEMISPHERE, AND IF I'M NOT THE TYPE OF GUY YOU LIKE TO CIRCUMVENT, JUST REMEMBER NOT TO LOVE ME WHEN I DISAPPEAR. I GRADUATED AT THE TOP, I LIKE TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE BOURGEOISIE . . .