Recently saw a movie and wanted to make it sorta like into a sorta mix ig. Its really not the same but if you do happen to see the movie that this story is inspired by, its actually very similar.
So the movie is called Molly's Game and just if you want to see it. The movie came out December 25th and i really liked the concept so just to get it out of the way lol. Hope you enjoy this.
Also im putting the movie under suicide squad but umm it doesnt have much to do with the movie at all its just ayer-verse if that is even in the right context.
"Harley. Get the fuck up, we gotta go."
Harleen moaned, scratching her head and reaching for her phone. The screen flashed, 3:24 written across the top. Her eyes shot open at the realization.
"Why can't you just go to sleep at a reasonable time?"
"Jocelyn, you know mornin's aren't my forte."
"You call this morning?"
Harleen put on the first thing she pulled out of her closet, brushing her blonde hair as well as she could in 2 minutes and 14 seconds and they were out the door.
Jocelyn was Harleen's best friend, and partner in crime. They did everything together. One could add on every best friend metaphor there was, but they'd only get tired and waste an entire day.
So, to sum up Jocelyn, she was Harleen's Magnet, like how opposites attract.
Harleen and Jocelyn worked at a club called Keeth's Venue. It was almost like a normal club accept it had no fluorescent sign that drew customers in, it was very illegal, and only people on "the list" were invited. Mob Bosses, movie stars, and essentially people with a ton of money were invited to Keeth's Venue.
You see, Keeth's Venue is an underground, exclusive Poker club. The club would be legal if the owner, Mr. M, hadn't started to take 3% of the share from each game about 3 years ago.
Mr. M never told anyone what M stood for but he told his employees it meant Million Because of how successful he was in the business. He was clever and cunning and went to extreme extents to make a point. For example he sent hitmen out on anyone who told anything about the games.
Keeth's Venue wasn't only poker, it had exotic dancers, better known as strippers; waitresses in skimpy outfits. That's where Harleen and Jocelyn came in. They were among the 4 different exotic dancers at the club which meant they were often the only entertainment. Mr. M thought that having strippers around the men distracted them in the best way possible. Mr. M analyzed everything they did, from how much they delt when given more alcohol to the time of night when they got riskier, it was genius.
Mr. M recruited Harleen and Jocelyn on the streets. He told them he wouldn't pay them, but the customers would. The first day they went in for work they each made 4,270 dollars in tips. The rule was, in order to come back to the club and play again you had to pay each of the girls a generous tip.
There was 8 seats at the table, that meant roughly $500 from each player. In a city like Gotham they were getting along just fine after 3 games.
Harley and Jocelyn stepped into the sparsely crowded room. "We've lost 3 players.. The next game is Thursday night." There was a whisper that traveled around the room, only adding to the tension. "I have people.. people that won't only make this place more.." there was a pause when Mr. M looked up as if his thoughts would fall from the sky. "Eminent." He finally said easing the tension. "But they're smarter, and they have deeper wallets."
He didn't have to explain himself after his hand felt around his suit pocket and placed a piece of paper with a list of names on the card table.