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The rain poured down on Station Square like a bad omen just waiting to happen. The midnight sky was almost completely pitch-black; a combination of the storm clouds, and the late night shadows. Puddles lined the empty streets from the heavy rainfall, reflecting the moonlight's gentle shine. During the day, Station Square would be bustling with people; shoppers, runners, the occasional tourist….but at night, the city was quite placid. The only source of bright light at the time was the gleaming neon sign for Casinopolis.
And that was exactly where he was headed.
Now, Fang was no ordinary weasel by any standard. I mean, how many purple weasels do you see running around in a hat and boots, carrying a belt with a pistol tucked in? Not many. Besides that, how many of them can talk? Yeah, he was pretty unique. Maybe that was why people stared at him when he lurked around the city. But what distinguished him more than the hat and gloves was the large canine tooth that jutted out of his smile, for which he was named after. He also had a talent; he could shoot very, very well, which earned him the title of a sniper. Nobody knew how he learned, or from who, but it was better not to question.
Tonight, he was looking for an easy win on the poker tables. He always won; followed by streams of cash that would rain down upon him like a cascading waterfall. Only, the victory didn't last long; money passed through his hands quickly as he tried the slot machines.
It seemed nothing could go astray….
As he walked along the sodden concrete toward Casinopolis, the rain started pelting down even harder, and a streak of lightning flashed across the sky. Fang broke into a dash toward the glass doors, and threw them open just before a large crack of thunder sounded. He stood in the doorway of the casino, panting. "Great. I'm soaking wet." While mumbling, he took his hat off, and wrung out the water in it.
There were not very many people gambling this late. A few men were up at the bar, horsing around and puffing on their cigars, and some others were playing various card games of Blackjack and Texas Holdem.
Fang started over toward an empty poker table, away from the drunken bastards at the bar. He sat down on a stool, and rested his feet on the table in a rather relaxed pose. Lulled by the sound of the raging storm outside, he dozed off.
Fifteen minutes passed by, when BAM! The doors to Casinopolis slammed open, and a tall man stood in the doorway. The loud disturbance roused Fang, and he jumped. He stared at the man, who was walking towards him.
Upon closer inspection, the man wore a camouflage tee that was ripped at the armholes from his bulging muscles. His khakis were enormous, and the rugged boots below were a deep brown hue. His blonde hair was buzz-cut to a look that meant he was dead serious, which didn't really phase Fang at all. Though, he couldn't stop staring at the silver chain around the man's neck; a mystery indeed.
"Hm. What's an animal doing in here?" The man had a booming voice that made the thunder seem like nothing. "An animal? Pfft. I can go where I want, when I please, bitch. It doesn't matter what I am." Fang turned his back on the man, who slammed his fist onto the poker table. "DON'T YOU TURN YOUR BACK ON ME!" Damn, was he pissed off!
The weasel just turned to look at the man, and a sly grin crawled across his face. "I'll bet you can't beat me in a poker game, then."
The man calmed his rage, and pulled up another stool; his voice so dramatically changed that it sounded like he was a completely different person. "…Alright then." His burly arm grabbed the deck of cards from across the table, and he passed out the cards, marking the game's beginning.
The heated match drew the few remaining people at the casino to Fang's table, where the odds looked to be in his favor. People gathered around and placed bets, and some drinks were even offered.
Then, Fang put down his cards…
An Ace, King, Queen, Jack, and Ten.
"ROYAL FLUSH!" Someone yelled out in the small crowd. Cheers arose, and coins started flying in the air.
He could not believe it. Beaten down by a pesky WEASEL! Something that wasn't even a human had crushed his victory!
The man gritted his teeth, and anger blazed across his eyes. He stood up hastily, and started pacing toward the door. One last backward glance, and the man locked eyes with Fang for a few moments. Then, before he opened the casino doors to go back out into the storm, he spat out in a terrible rage: "I'll have your hide if it's the last thing I ever do!"