Hex In the City

Hex in The City // Chapter One

It was nearing the midnight hour at the bustling "Casino del Caos" on the edge of town in eastern Minitropolis.

The glitzy red and orange building certainly stood out like a sore thumb in what was otherwise a pretty meager city in an underwhelming borough of Minnesota. Regardless, the gambling wasteland drew in hundreds of thousands of people each year, tempted by its flashy backdrops, promises of fortunes won and possible debauchery that awaited around every corner.

As the evening waned, the slot machines remained fairly occupied, and it was the usual crowd, save for one.

Much like the casino sticking out in the middle of an otherwise mundane town, there was a figure sitting at one of the slot machines who definitely didn't belong among the others.

There was a semi-regular there by the name of Pete, wearing a plaid shirt and having a withdrawn look on his face as he pulled the arm of the bandit just one more time, possibly trying to win back his child's college money or at least not return to the same old disgruntled wife. Next to him was the 92 year old Ethel who just needed a hobby to pass the time, plus she liked the pretty cherries on the slot wheels.

But sitting not too distant from the two stereotypes was somebody else entirely.

Her black heels clacked against the black and white checkerboard floor as her face slouched against her resting hand, almost bored with the bright, flashing machine. Her eyes raised a bit as she hit another jackpot, totaling another few thousand for her own personal use. She simply shrugged and smirked as if this was just an average occurrence.

While it couldn't be proven, it DID seem as though this particular slot machine was bringing the young woman copious amounts of good luck, which was suspicious to say the least. It was almost as though she were using dishonest means to rig the random number generator... but how?

The young woman, who could best be described as attractive but aloof was about 5'6 in height, enhanced a bit with her impressive sleek black stiletto heels. She was revealing much of her lower and upper thigh before a black leather getup concealed the rest ... somewhat. She was fairly busty but her most distinct feature had to be her hair which was flowing down past her shoulders, a stark shade of purple. Usually such a color would look exaggerated or dyed but somehow this color seemed to grow naturally from her roots.

As the woman continued playing on the slot machines, racking up a small fortune, a hefty gentleman in a suit and tie approached her from the side. Her eyes never left the slot machine as he spoke.

"Excuse me, miss..." the man said, his nametag reading Jonathan in bronze. "Ummm... excuse me miss?"

She finally rolled her eyes before spinning her gaze in his direction, her mouth awkwardly shifting up and down as she chewed on gum, her gaze practically screaming disrespect as she just glared at the casino employee.

"Miss you've been at this machine for quite a while and ... well..." Jonathan said

"And?" the woman asked, still continuing to play

"Do I even need to say it, Miss?" the man groaned, his eyes motioning down by her feet where there lay a huge bag with a comically large and cartoonish dollar sign painted on it, the bag overflowing with gold coins. "I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave at once ... otherwise my next move will be to call the police"

"Nah, I don't think so" the woman grinned, flashing her eyes purple for a moment, "I think you'll let me play as long as I like"

The man took a bit of contempt to this comment but the contempt didn't last long. His jaw dropped and he backed away in a stupor.