Location: Casino
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"Chips, can't you tone it down. You're giving me a headache." The cigar scowls while leaning back on his wooden chair, leaning back enough to have the chair tip a little. As the cowboy leans against the door of the break room.
"Sorry, I can't help it. You're moping like a sad drunkard." Crossing his arms together, reposeful, he adds "Other than me being here, the boss wants us to check out a guy in the casino."
Wheezy snorts "He always wants something doesn't he?"
"You sold your soul to him, might as well make the better of it. He said we can go back home afterwards. I'll meet you outside my friend." Concluding his say, he stands back straight to leave the room, having Wheezy left alone to compress his further thoughts before getting up to begin his work.
Bastard.
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Wheezy adjusts his coat while observing the casino before noticing Miss Pirouletta walking by, holding a tray of drinks. "Hey Miss P. Have you seen Chips?" He questions the roulette wheel, gaining her attention.
"Chips just walked to the entrance. He said that this is your last task before leaving." She answered, adjusting the tray in her hands. Wheezy placed his hand in his pockets.
"You're right. Thanks. I'll get going now." Wheezy was about to take his leave before Miss Pirouletta subsume. "Oh and Wheezy, make it home safe this time. We don't want to patch you up again just like last time." A chuckle comes from the man as he pulls out a cigar and lighter.
"Will do P. Goodnight." Wheezy lights his cigar as he makes his way to the entrance. He sighs, exhaling the smoke from his mouth. "The night was for sure doltish." He minds hi business, his head down slightly, not causing any trouble as he makes it to the entrance, welcomed by Chips punching his shoulder in a jokingly manner.
"Where's your usual enthusiasm for this kind of thing huh?"
"You're lucky that I haven't beaten you to the ground yet." Wheezy retorts with an unenthusiastic glare. "Or better yet, lucky that you're alive after all the trouble you caused."
"Aw come on, don't be like that. We still have a long life ahead of us, might as well make the better of it." Chips turns his head to face the cigar with a cheeky smile. "Now, back to business, Boss told us to look for an imp that hasn't paid his bargain to him. Said that we can kill them if they won't cooperate with us."
"Your tone of voice sounds like you'll have fun." Wheezy questions him with a smile before puffing his cigar.
"I know we will. We just have to make sure that this goes by quickly and then get home. I'm getting tired of this day." The cowboy stretches his arms forward followed by a yawn. Anyway - "Chips pulls out a small polarized picture of the Imp. "This is the imp we are looking for. Make sure to keep an eye out on your side." He finishes as he passes the small photo to Wheezy.
Wheezy takes a puff as he studies the picture closely, presenting the Imp with an expensive coat and accessories with two female demons next to him. "He looks moronic." Chips grins, raising his head as he adjusts his hat.
"You can never overlook the little things can't you? Well, I'll leave ya with the entrance, holler if you find them or anyone that might've seen him around. I'll be taking a few rounds of the building." Chips walks away further from the entrance, passing by the people walking in.
"This will probably be a long~ night." Wheezy leans his back against the wall, eyeing the people coming in from the entrance. He greets them with smiles but as usual, some of the demons never really acknowledge people who are mortals like him. He tends to interrogate the passing by people about the whereabouts of the Imp.
To his knowledge, some of the imps coming in look exactly like the targeted imp but never to the extent that it would be them entirely. Some would look small, others were taller than the imp looked.
This is taking too long. Did Chips leave me here just to look for the damn imp myself?... Knowing him, he wouldn't do that, especially because of his deal with the boss." The cigar thinks while leaving his cig hanging from his mouth. It would be better for those bodiless voices to appear to entertain me. I'll be lucky if they help out for once instead of asking questions.
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