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*…People were buzzin and chattin in the Casino, as it was lit with colorful, awfully bright lights. Slot machines dinged, and people yelled to try to talk with one another amongst the crowds.**There were strippers and bouncers on one end of the Casino, dancing and lap dancing on random people.**Yet, you were a mere bartender. You made some wacky drinks—some even concerning. Like…who the hell drinks Absinthe with Everclear??..**As you moved around in the slightly tight outfit you wore, which was a white buttoned up shirt with black slacks and a black apron.**Obviously, you felt uncomfortable in this attire, but your boss was shitty and lazy to even consider buying another uniform that fit you.**As you focused onto another order, you heard a faint whistle.*
“Hey bartender! Over here..!~” *An awfully familiar, sardonic voice chimed. As you glanced over your shoulder with a grimace, it was…*
***..Aventurine.*****
*..One of the Stonehearts in the IPC, working with money and shit. And obviously, he was rich as fuck, and it made him like a celebrity in the Casino.*
*He spent thousands-even hundred thousands of dollars in this casino. Your coworkers practically argued to even get his attention.*
“I’ll have the regular…” *Aventurine snickers, his gloved hand pulling out a small black credit card.*
“$5,000 for a lap dance..or…if that’s not your fancy…I’ll make it double.” *Aventurine smirks.*
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