'Welcome to Celadon Casino! Is this your first time here?'
Greets a cinnamon skinned woman with a smile just as sweet. She has bouncy, tight bushy curls exploding behind her hair band, a pair of slim black slacks and a fitted uniform shirt as well as some comfortable dark colored shoes. Old-time classics were playing throughout the building, people were stationed in their seats or heading towards the smell of food, and noise from the machines or dice tables filtered themselves in the background.
Shaking his head, the skinny man heads towards the slot machines.
'Good luck!' she exclaims. He pauses slightly to give a short wave and ambles on.
The woman stands - table empty - for no longer than a moment before feeling a tap on her shoulder. Clapping her hands and shaking them thoughtlessly (as if encouraging any loose change to fall), she steps back to let the other dealer take her place. Hurriedly, she steps towards the break room, greeting any customer that catches her eye yet clearly not stopping for a chat.
Finally, she clocks out.
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Inside the casino, a woman passes, wide-eyed at the décor and architecture. Admittedly, she was only there for the buffet a friend of hers had only sung praises of, but the building itself spoke of riches - what with the golden nugget barred behind a glass case, practically taking up an entire section of the wall. Not to mention all the crystal figurines of various champions and their main teams along the stretch of hallway leading up to said nugget, or even how richly colored and plush the rug is. They even have live plants! Well-cared for and expensive to even get ahold of in this part of the world! Not only that, but the brunette can also smell various meats and vegetables being grilled, tantalizing her to spend her hard-earned cash.
It doesn't help that her stomach's growling in anticipation.
She heads closer to the game room in curiosity. It's her understanding that one can get free drinks so long as they're playing...
Returning her pokemon to pass through security, hazel eyes take in the room. Loud noises assault her from the machines (smell of alcohol unappealing); the people seem as hypnotized as that city on the news that was ensnared by that rocket drowzee by the opportunity to play big or go home. A few look at her in dismissal. One person stares the petite lady down, clearly wishing she'd move from his table so she wouldn't ruin his luck. As she turns away, she notes that he had lost his next two hands anyway, receiving a glower from the man. Calmly approaches the next table where a couple others greet her and make room in case the brunette wants to join in on the fun, all the while gently ribbing each other for winning or losing.
The trainer walks through the building: passing by servers, watching a bit of the sports channel near the bar, observing the skill of the bartender serving four people at once without spilling a drop. Then heads to the outdoor area. A whiff of pungent smoke hits her. Coughs once to clear her system only to turn back around. (She could still taste hints of bergamot and tobacco!) Breathes in the view. Was nice for the moment, but the smell was beginning to make her head ache and eyes pound. (She may be used to smoke due to her fire types, but at least it was a crisp burning rather than the smell of toxins filling her lungs!)
Inside again, she steps away from the door when it nearly smacks her face. Goes back to the table games for another lap. It was curious, how many people were there without a single pokemon out. Most of them were intent on other tables to see whether they could hop in on another's luck. "Man, they really don't care for their main bet, do they?" Runs through as the brunette spies a woman smacking and rubbing the felt of the table for 'trips' or 'puppy paws', chanting 'thirteen-fifty' over and over to herself, a few others mimicking her.
[Nearby she sees a group of four to a table, two older women (one with gold earrings and a do-rag, the other whose hair is nicely done up and wearing a semi-casual black ensemble), one older man wearing a green hat and a younger man with dreads. The one with dreads keeps pulling out his phone, muttering about already being late. The earrings-wearer asks what he's late for. 'I'm late for work- yes!' He slaps the table in glee at beating the dealer. The other three side-eye him. 'Boy, you better be getting your butt to work,' the lady with gold earrings scolds him. 'I don't wanna go; I don't like it there. 'Sides, I just started that job,' dreads whines. Green hat then ignores his losing bet to face the younger, looking like he's about to smack him upside the head. 'Boy, don't be like me! Get 'cho ass to work!' 'That's right! Probably needs that job too, with all his losses,' the lady in the do-rag quips with a smack of her lips. 'Mmhmm! Child, you better listen and get goin'!' Lady in the ensemble agrees, seeming as if she's about to smack the lip off the younger man if his lifted shoulders and defensive posture says anything. 'Just one more hand!' He stands, then smacks the table as he collects his winnings before finally scurrying out. The three still playing just watch him go for a moment, all nodding smugly to themselves.]
Hazel chuckles a bit before clutching her stomach, looking around for someone to question that isn't in the middle of a game.
'!'
Speed-walks over to a waitress. The pretty lady turns, a notepad and pen at the ready on a tray dressed in a small black number with plain black stockings, fancy-looking boots and her boobs practically spilling out of the dress with hair the colour of sea. Her customer service smile's already at the ready.
'Excuse me. Where's the buffet?' A laugh pops out of smiling lips as the waitress gives her directions [she'd been expecting a demand of a drink or even a complaint about why she wasn't walking around asking for requests]. Gives a white grin at the brunette's thanks before spinning off to the gentleman who had been waving her down (the man ends up tipping the ocean-haired lady just for 'brightening his day with that gorgeous display').
[Meanwhile, the trainer has finally found her way to the savory foods, all freshly cooked, not leaving until she'd spent over a hundred on a few meals for herself and her 'mon. And of course, sending photos of the meals and architecture to her friends.]