a closed starter for logan teague. ( @locknteagues )
snake eyes was humming its usual lullaby of clinking chips, distant laughter, and the low, rhythmic pulse of synth-heavy music. the lights never changed. just that eternal, velvet purple glow that made everything feel a little slower, a little more dangerous, like time was leaning in to watch you lose. mavis slid past the craps table with a soft grin, the hem of her dress swishing like a secret. she knew this place like the back of her hand—every mirror, every shadow, every exit. and she knew exactly where he’d be. logan always lingered near the back tables just before his shift ended, sleeves rolled, tie a little loose, that smile of his tucked into the corner of his mouth like it knew things. she spotted him through the haze and didn’t bother playing coy. “well, well,” she said, heels clicking as she stopped beside him, “look who’s still pretending he’s not off the clock in five minutes.” her voice was velvet and smoke, soft but laced with teasing. she leaned on the edge of the table, watching him with that half-lidded gaze. “did you miss me, or are you just hoping i brought snacks again?” she didn’t wait for the answer. she just let her smile widen. it was always a game with them. and tonight? she intended to win.