Running a hand through his combed, silver hair, Debito breathed in a long drag from his cigarette. His Bambina often lectured him on this habit but it was in these particular moments that he needed the nicotine pumping through his vein in order to calm down. 'She's sweet isn't she, my Bambina,' he thought with a grin, 'la mia ragazza speciale, my special girl.' He let out a sigh as a puff of smoke diffused in front of his eyes. Through the haze he saw the blue sky and closed his eyes, feeling the fullness of peace around him. 'This is nice once in awhile,' Debito closed his eyes and settled comfortably in his chair…

"Debito! Debito! Wake up!" He felt small hands shaking his shoulders, and he knit his brow together as he grudgingly opened his eyes. His eyes fell on his Bambina, and his knit brow was dispelled in an instant.

"What is it, il mio Bambina?" He asked, flashing his iconic grin.

"You'll be late for the party!" She exclaimed before strutting away with a pout on her face.

'Alright,' he thought 'time for work,' as he heaved himself out of his chair and stretched out a bit before returning to his room to change.

"Welcome signori and signorinas to the Roulette Dei Sogni!" He took a deep breath from his cigarette and blew out a puff of smoke. "Enjoy yourselves tonight. Call me if you need me anytime." He winked charmingly at the crowd.

'She's a lady,' he thought as he observed a woman modestly revealing straight posture and a gentle dress. 'This should be interesting,' she had quickly ruined the little grandeur she had emitted by stumbling over herself and then running into one of the card dealers who flashed her a dirty look. She apologized awkwardly and regained her composure and grace until another man ran into her and as she attempted to catch herself, she ripped her stocking. Debito slowly made his way in approaching her.

"Oh dear, Theo will be so angry…he sacrificed his poor watch for this outfit…" She mumbled to herself as pulled out a sewing kit to Debito's surprise and began mending it in the middle of casino. "There!" She exclaimed with a bright smile and stood up abruptly, only to run into Debito's chest.

She observed in an instant his handsome and dark features, offset by the gleam from his silver hair. 'Perhaps he's aging quickly,' she thought. But to say it out loud would be rude so she kept her mouth shut. Looking at his eye patch, she changed her mind. 'No, he's definitely a pirate!'

Debito cut into her thoughts, "I wouldn't mind if a beautiful signorina such as yourself would fall into my arms like this every night." He smoothly said as he took her hand and kissed it lightly. As their eyes met, he gave her a little wink and placed his hand on her small of her back, leading her to the bar.

"Would you mind a drink?" His hand reached over the counter to grab a small glass which he placed in front of her as she sat tensely in her seat, holding in her fist her scrunched up stocking. Somehow, she felt too childish in her baby blue dress in front of this man. "No need to be so tense, here, have a glass of this." He handed her an amber colored drink.

"T-thank you." She stuttered as she politely took the drink and took a small sip, sputtering and coughing as she choked on the drink.

'Hmm, perhaps the grace was imagined,' Debito concluded. "No, no, no, signorina. When you drink, you take a shot like this." He tilted his head back and emptied an invisible glass of whiskey.

"Oh, sorry. I was trying to mind my manners but drinking here is the same as anywhere I suppose." She readied herself and drained her glass quickly with a sip that rivaled the local tavern's best. A small burp also escaped the confines of her mouth, producing a wonderful cherry effect on her cheeks.

"Excuse me, signor…" She looked down and averted her eyes as far as possible.

Debito gave a deep chuckle and asked, "Do you dance as well as you drink, signorina?"

"Oh yes, yes, I love to dance, though I've only danced with my brother Theo before…" She rambled. This newfound fact eased one of the creases that lined his forehead with the mention of the name Theo.

"Alright, then we dance." He said with a smile and led her to the ballroom where many couples were rather engaged in a slightly different sport than dance.

Unlike the brightly lit entrance, this room was somewhat darker, almost completely candlelit. It was just a bit eerie but also softly romantic, creating a heavy mood in the room. Soft jazz music floated around; swirling around the couples who were holding hands or even kissing.

"Your name and hand, signorina." Debito offered her his hand.

"A-Angela, and I have never danced like this before…" Her voice faltered as her body gave away how tense and awkward she felt in the room.

"Relax, Angela, here, first you should take my hand. We'll start from there, alright?" She hesitantly gave him her worn hand. He noticed that she lacked the smooth porcelain skin and posh silk gloves the other ladies had and carried. Her hand was much more calloused from work and wear. If she were truly a working class woman, how did she even make it passed the doors of his casino?

Stepping in tune with the music, Angela felt overly conscious of Debito's hands at her waist as well as on her shoulder. They were firmly clasped on her body as they guided her movements in the dance, letting go and grasping her lithe body as necessary. As she felt the room slip from her sight as Debito dipped her, he leaned in just a little closer and whispered, "You follow very well, Angela but you're just a little…tense."

Angela felt the blood and drink suddenly rush to her head as she was repositioned upright, and she nearly forgot to breathe. At the least the room was only as bright as the remnants of twilight so it was difficult for him to see her half-unconscious dazed expression.

"Thank you, Angela for this pleasant dance. I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening." And then he was gone.