In Favour Of The House
{Chapter one - An Introduction.}
Las Vegas, the city that never sleeps. An array of interesting people came from all around the world for the entertainment that the city had to offer from gambling to fine dining, shopping to strippers. There was something for everyone to enjoy. All day and all night the bright lights of the desert city shone.
"Arthur?" A strong French accent took the man known as Arthur by surprise. The blonde opened his eyes to look at his companion who was sat in the drivers seat of their Porsche 991 convertible that they had hired for their weekend away. Pricey, but most definitely worth it. Neither of the young men were by any means poor, both of their families were rich and influential in their home countries. This sparked many competitions between the Kirkland and Bonnefoy family, but friendly ones at that.
"Yes, Francis." The Englishman asked, crossing one leg over the other as he sat back in to the soft padding of the seat behind. The pair had only been in Las Vegas since early this morning and jet lag was affecting Arthur pretty badly now, he travelled around a lot so you'd think he would have gotten used to it by now. Despite feeling ill Arthur was determined to make the most out of his visit, he wanted to go out, have fun, maybe meet some nice women. Like any other young man his age.
Francis' fingertips tapped on the steering wheel of the convertible as they waited. "Are you sure you don't want to go back to the hotel? You don't look so good, mon ami." In response Arthur just shook his head, a light chuckle escaping his parted lips. "No, I want to go out and check out some of the casino's first. That was the reason we came here, remember? To explore."
The Frenchman sighed then shook his head lightly, "You're so demanding, Arthur." Although it was late the strip was as busy as ever, people weaving between cars begging for money, clothes and food. Every time a beggar came about Francis would turn his nose up at them and shoo them away. It most certainly wasn't his responsibility to care for these people. He deemed them nothing more than a waste of space, "Filthy beggars... Don't they have anything better to do with their time like I don't know... Find a job?"
"Francis." The other male said in a stern tone of voice, looking at his French friend in disbelief. "You're so bloody selfish. It's disgusting to think men like you actually exist in the worked." Arthur was a bit more compassionate and understanding of peoples situations. He'd seen many great men fall and sometimes it wasn't even by their own bidding. They just took an unfortunate turn in life. His family had a few scares in the past which they had almost become bankrupt. "That could be us one day."
Francis was a little taken aback by this, "Arthur... I didn't mean anything by it. I'm just tired." No reply came from Arthur he just turned his head and gazed out the window, watching the bustling streets outside. "Arthur..." He said again, reaching out to tap his English friend on the shoulder which caused Arthur to turn around and snap at him, "What Francis? What is it? Im tired too but that's no reason to be so cruel."
Was he really being cruel?... Francis slipped back into his chair. There was no point arguing with Arthur when he was like this. "Sorry Kirkland..."
"You will be, Bonnefoy."
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