Fun random fact: Shavs Media Productions' Casino Cups' King Dice's voice is my head cannon for his voice.

He tipped his green hat and nervously nodded, afraid of the purple dapper die headed man. "Serry, sir. Won't happen gain." He said nervously as the manager towered over them. He hummed and twitched his lip to the side. He pointed a thumb behind him. Brimes tilted to the side as he looked where Dice's white gloved thumb pointed behind his back. "Clean beside the mini bar. Some drunken meat has puked all over the floor and its smell has been spreading." Brimes nodded vigorously and looked at Flare with a sad smile. "Serry, missy Flare can't show you de ropes today. How about maybe leter?" Hemade his way to the mini bar. Leaving the fire headed woman and the die headed man alone. The two watched him walked towards the mini bar, he tucked his hands behind his back again. "Is he bothering you?" Asked King Dice in a calm tone, his voice made the fire headed woman's spine tingle. The eyes of the manager and the woman never left the janitor as they observed the janitor's movements, mopping the floor beside the mini bar. He made a small talk with one of the bartenders as he mopped. Still looking at his new friend she replied, "No, no. Not at all Sir, Dice." She assured as a small cautious smile displayed on her lips. Her hands clasped together.

Their eyes locked as they turned to looked at each other. "What brings you here, miss Flare?"

"I'm here to talk with the Devil, sir."

He raised a brow. "Talk? With him?" He observed her from head to toe and locked his eyes to hers again. "Why?"

"I was hoping to ask him if I could work in this casino. I really want a job and I want to help my fiance with the bills."

"Are you certain to work here? I mean," he couldn't help but chuckle. "This place isn't suitable for a-" he stopped talking when he saw her expression changed into a sad one.

Again with that statement. She thought. She looked down as she tried to hide away her sad, defeated eyes started to tear up. "It's my appearance, isn't it?" This always happenes. She wanted a job to help Tairon and pay the apartment bill. She doesn't want to see the both of them sleeping in the streets. She slept in the streets when she was young and truth be told, it was a horrible experience. She doesn't want Tairon to feel her experience when she was young. And besides, she tried it, she got away with it and is certainly doesn't want to try it again. The flashback of the pain hit her hard again, causing her eyes to tear up.

He blinked. He raised a brow. "What's with the appearance all of a sudden?"

She faced him with a teary expression. Her eyes sparkled to his surprise. Is she going to cry? He thought. "That's my problem. No one wants to hire me because of my appearance." She sniffed. Oh, boy. He shook his head. This is clearly a misunderstanding. "Hold on now Miss Flare. Don't go crying on me right now. This is just a misunderstanding."

She sniffed. "It is?" Her voice cracked and her tears started to roll down her cheeks. He tried his very best not to roll his eyes as he looked at her. Geez, Such a cry baby he thought as he looked down at her with his lips in a thin line. As she dried away her tears with her fingers and lowered her head to hide away her crying state. He looked left and right to see if anyone's watching him and to his surprise, his court has been watching him all this time, all the way from the mini bar. They wagged a finger at him-as if he's in trouble. He scoffed and slightly rolled his eyes. He leaned a little forward and shook his head with his eyes squinted a little.

They snickered at his reply and continued to wagged their fingers again as if he's going to get in trouble by making her cry. He rolled his eyes and averted his eyes to them and back to her.

He awkwardly patted her shoulder to try and comfort her. Although, he doesn't want to comfort anyone but he's a gentleman after all. He doesn't want to see a woman crying on front of him. And besides, people might think he did something to the girl and patrons will spread false rumors about him. He doesn't want that to happen, not one bit.

Just like his good ol' boss, he isn't a comfort type of person. He doesn't know how to comfort people. Naturally, he'll mock them or even tell them to suck it up but seeing her very fragile state, and how he studies her, she's like a broken glass who's carefully placed back together with glue. Fragile, small, gentle and weak.

he couldn't help but try to console her. "Now, now Miss Flare...don't...erm, cry. This is clearly a misunderstanding. I wasn't gonna do what the other business people would do to you." She faced him with her eyes still sparkling because of her tears rolling down her cheeks. "Re-Really?" Her voice cracked. He nodded as he finished patting her shoulder. "To be honest, we're actually low on staff right now. Boss has..erm, fired some of em' because of a thing they did."

An opportunity! This is her chance! "Tell me what job you want me to do Sir, Dice and I'll gladly do it! I don't care if it's cleaning the whole casino bathroom or scrubbing a dozen plates. Tell me what job you want me to do and I'll do it!" Her voice filled with determinatin as a proud smile displayed on her lips. Her eyes are still sparkling from the tears forming in the corners of her eyes but thankfully it isn't rolling down her cheeks a few minutes ago. He stared at her and couldn't help face out a small silent chuckle. Desperate are we? He thought as he looked at her.

"You really want to see the boss huh?" He asked making sure that she's certain to go to the Devil himself. As he took a second glance at his court who greeted him with a smirke. He hummed, eyes drooped with a small observation. He knew what they're thinking and honestly, it is a misunderstanding.

"Y-yes." She dried her face one last time and nodded. "Well then." He turned his back to her and looked to his shoulder. "Follow me."

He clasped his hands together, making a clap sound. "So," He slid the sentence. "You want to work in my casino aye?"

Hands wrapped into fists, eyes flamed with determination. She nodded her head vigorously. The elite duo glanced at each other. "Well are you sur-"

She cut off the demon's sentence. "I don't really care what kind of job it is. I just want to work and help my fiance with the bills." She blurted out and that made the Devil smirk. Desperate he thought. He let out a chuckle. "I like your way, spitfire." He turned to Dice with a smirk. "Show her the way around here."

His right hand man nodded without looking at him as he looked at the Fire ball head lady. "Yes boss."