Post by L. A. Blackwater on Mar 22, 2021 14:01:06 GMT -6
Blackwater sits once more at the bar inside the Aria Casino, relaxed as he watches over the crowd of people crammed inside the busy venue, showing little regard for social distancing.
He stares into his glass as he contemplates his next move. After losing his first two matches, despite three wins on the bounce, he was out of contention for making the finals of the tournament to crown the inaugural BPW Champion. Would he stay and play a little longer in BPW? In Vegas?
Despite being over 500 in his winning record, perhaps his biggest impact had been made throughout the streets of Vegas, acting as a guardian angel of sorts for the slowly decaying city.
He had saved so many lives, perhaps it was time to move onto another city?
He stops staring at the glass and finally downs the contents, getting ready to turn in for the night.
The empty chair next to him is pulled out, and a handbag is placed on the bar counter. The smell of CHANEL N°5 grabs Blackwater’s attention, and he slowly turns his head back in anticipation towards the person sat next to him, a smile forms on his face as he recognises her.
“April O’Toole,” proclaims Blackwater, “How are you doing sweetheart? You bored of chasing me around yet?”
April moves in closer towards Blackwater and carcases his hand.
“How about you buy me a drink?”
