Disclaimer: Don't own any of these people. I do own Peacock. That's my Los Vegas casino!/b
I sighed as Demyx and Lexaeus all but dragged me into Peacock, a casino. All just because it was my twenty first birthday. I hate gambling. I hate most things. Especially love. I even hate most romantic novels, considering how much I love literature. It was never like that in the real world. Especially in my life. I think I like that word today. Anyway, my friends pushed me into a seat. The dealer dealt the cards. Two cards. Crap, black jack. I suck at black jack. I peek at the cards. The three of diamonds and ace of hearts. So, four or fourteen. Why the hell not?
"Hit me." The dealer dealt me the ten of spades. Okay now it's fourteen. "Hit me." I heard the dealer chuckle. Cocky bastard. He laid down the six of hearts. Ha. Twenty. Six is my lucky number. "I'll stay." Demyx ended up busting and Lex stopped at sixteen. It was between me and the dealer. He had a jack, the other card was turned over. My mind calculated the probability of it being an ace. He flipped it over. Ace of spades. Fuck. He raked the money in, chuckling. I hate people laughing at me. I looked up to glare at him but ended up staring. His sky blue eyes sparkled with glee. His clean cut platinum blonde hair was perfect. And I did love a man with a well taken care of beard. The silver earrings in his ears clicked and glinted as he started to deal again. Demyx waved to signal he was out and walked off towards the buffet. That boy could eat the entire buffet and only gain a pound. Lex decided he was heading for the bar. He said he saw some good looking blonde over there and decided to check him out. He, like me, was gay. Demyx was completely straight. Still, he never noticed the girls who oogled him. I started to get up.
"Everyone leaving because I won? Bunch of sore losers." The posh accent he had was thick as pea soup. "You especially."
"I can't stand gambling."
"Oh it isn't so bad. It can be quite fun if you become good at it. Name's Luxord, by the way." I sighed again and sat back down. He dealt the cards. I got a twenty right off the bat. "What's your name?"
"First, I'll stay. Second, why should you care?"
"You're kind of cute, stranger. So... Your name?"
"Zexion."
"Nice name." He flipped his cards over showing a seventeen. I knew dealers were suppose to stop at that number. "Damn, looks like you won, darling." I pulled my winnings and started to leave again. "Want to get a drink after I get off?" he called after me.
"Why the hell not? I have nothing to do. Birthdays never intrigued me anyway."
"It's your birthday? Well, then it'll be my treat." I was going to protest but just sighed, nodded, and headed for the buffet. I grabbed me a plate of food and found my oblivious friend. He smiled at me, mouth full of food.
"Dem, swallow. That's disgusting." He swallowed hard.
"Sorry, Zex. Hey! Seen you gettin' all buddy-buddy with Luxord."
"You know him?"
"I come here all the time. Best buffet in the city of Los Vegas!" Demyx smirked. "Ya know he gets off in fifteen minutes, don'cha?" I sat up straight, I had been leaning over my plate picking at the food. Fifteen minutes. That's it? I ate my meal and went over to the bar. Demyx was mostly famous, so he was all but chased out by some of his fan girls. On the other side of the bar, I saw my dear friend Lexaeus lead a blonde haired, green eyed man away. Lex always picked up his boyfriends at bars. Hope this one is better then the last. I ordered a martini. Hey, at least I could drink legally now. Not that stopped me before. But I digress. Soon, someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned to see those sky blue eyes once more.
"Hello, Zexion. I didn't think you'd actually stay. Though I'm glad you did. You're quite beautiful. Bet that right eye is just as pretty as the left." I blushed. No one has ever called me beautiful. I've been called sexy, hot, and down right fuckable. But never beautiful.
"Thank you. You're quite a handsome man, yourself." I let no sign of me being impressed seep into my voice. He told the bartender to put all the drinks I have drank and will drink on his tab. The red head nodded. We drank until late into the night. Well, I mostly did. Isn't it custom to drink yourself stupid on your twenty first birthday? I never planned to but my plans rarely come out as I had written. He let me stay at his place. The whole way there I couldn't stop thinking about his nice car. A 1951 pearl white jaguar. In near mint condition too. I, for some reason, always loved classic cars. I was carried bridal style into an pent house. "How can you-"
"I own the casino, luv." he said as he carried me into his room. He slid the covers over me and started away. My hand involuntarily grasped his. Stupid hand. Or maybe smart hand, because it made him stay by my side. He brushed the finge of bangs out of my face and kissed me as I fell into a deep sleep. Just before I fell asleep, I felt him curl up next to me. I think he was the best birthday gift I had ever gotten.