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[patch-casino-owner]

unlike most people would be, oliver doesn’t seem intimidated, though he does seem to take the warning seriously, giving patch a nod.

“understood. i’ll be here.”

he turns and leaves, closing patch’s office door behind him.

-🪵

Patch hums to himself quietly, sitting back on his chair and watching his door for a moment, he likes that guy, he can see someone with a strong will when he meets one, he's going to do well working at the casino

[patch-casino-owner]

oliver stands as well, shaking his hand with a firm grip.

“thank you for this opportunity.”

-🪵

Of course, thank you for applying.

*he holds his hand tighter, claws peeking out of his knuckles just a tiny bit*

You cheat at games, you fuck with the customers, you fuck with the staff, you steal?

You'll be let go. You get one chance here.

*he put his claws away and shook his hand lightly before letting go*

I'll see you tomorrow, Oliver.

[patch-casino-owner]

“yes, i can.”

-🪵

I'll see you tomorrow, one pm. Usually it'll be three but I'll need to get you a uniform and show you how things work around here.

*he stands up from his chair and offers his hand to shake Oliver's across the desk*

[patch-casino-owner]

“as soon as you need me to.”

-🪵

Ya think you could start tomorrow? As the days get longer there's always more people in.

[patch-casino-owner]

he smiles.

“yes, i do.”

-🪵

When can you start.

[patch-casino-owner]

he thinks for a moment, then shakes his head.

“i believe you’ve covered everything.”

-🪵

Alright, well, you seem like a good fit for the job.

Some people would get themselves eaten alive by some of the clients who walk through the casino doors, but I have a feeling you know how to handle yourself.

[patch-casino-owner]

“the uniform should be fine as is, thank you.”

-🪵

Well, then last thing I really think I need to say is that all tips you earn you get to keep, the casino earns more than enough without taking hard earned tips.

Any questions? Anything I've not mentioned?

[patch-casino-owner]

“that won’t be a problem. i’m a bit of a night owl myself.”

he gives a small, probably fake, smile.

-🪵

And uniform, it's a fancy place, the waiters have to wear tux and bow ties, though any shoes are fine as long as they're in good condition, dress shoes are pretty uncomfortable for most folks, but it's also up to them, so if ya wanna wear converse or dress shoes, it's your choice.

If ya got any conditions or anything, you can ask and I can have yer uniform altered in any way you need.

[patch-casino-owner]

he nods.

“i live about ten minutes away- fifteen, if there’s traffic, but i always leave early. punctuality is very important to me.”

-🪵

That's good, it's important for me too. How about working late? The hours you'd work would mainly be evenin shifts because that's when the people wanna get drunk and gamble their lives away.

[patch-casino-owner]

The next Monday, V walked into the casino right on time. He was wearing the uniform and a name tag that read 'V he/they'.

"Hello, Mr. Patch! I'm ready for my first day! They said with a smile.

- 🕳 anon

Welcome V *he holds out a hand for him to shake, a pleasant but entirely fake expression on his face, although he is happy enough, he'll never show his true emotions*

Are you ready for your first day at work?

[patch-casino-owner]

oliver sits, hands folded across his lap, his expression never changing.

-🪵

You live somewhere close by? Easy to get to work if you were hired?

[patch-casino-owner]

welcome back patch!

Thanks bub

[patch-casino-owner]

[patch-casino-owner]

Miss me? I'm back

[patch-casino-owner]

// hey no, are you alright?

i think I might delete this blog, idk :/

[patch-casino-owner]

the door opens, and a man steps inside and closes it behind him with a soft click. his brown hair, roots of grey peeking out of it, is wavy but smoothed down, sitting a little above his shoulders. his eyes are green, dotted with flecks of brown, scanning the office with a sharp gaze. he’s dressed in a light green button-up with a brown blazer and dress pants, a brown tie finishing off his attire. his eyes land on patch, his expression neutral, his demeanor unreadable- a man who is also well versed in the art of appearing calm while something deeper rests beneath the surface.

-🪵

You certainly know how to dress well *he nods once before gesturing to the seat in front of his desk*

Come, sit, we did most of the interview over the phone, but I need to look someone in the eyes before I can hire them.

[patch-casino-owner]

*he growls, hand not pressing claws to wades throat going to grab one of his wrists, yanking his hand off his hip and he pushes his claws deeper into his throat, grazing his throat pipe lightly, sharp blades in his skin stopping the cuts from healing just yet*

*Patch was sitting in his office, angrily going through his stack of paperwork, practically growling under his breath, today had been a long day and a total shit show, so he was already at the end of his patience for today dealing with some of his clients and now he had to spend extra time in his office dealing with paperwork, safe to say, he was pissed off*

@patch-casino-owner (//a lil treat from the mun teehee)

*Wade bursted through the door, practically pouncing onto patchys lap. he purposely ACCIDENTALLY knocked patchys paper work onto the floor.*