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Aug 14, 2019 10:55:02 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2019 10:55:02 GMT -7
march 30, 2025
Another day at the casino meant another day pretending he cared about pureblood gossip, and by about three o'clock in the afternoon it was beginning to grate on Titus's nerves. Normally the casino came alive after dark, and that was when he got his best information (and the most money), but making it to that point was proving difficult. He had spent the morning mired in the administrative side of the casino, from payroll to addressing security concerns, which already put him on edge. Then there had been a woman who just hadn't stopped flirting with him, but Titus had to entertain her anyways; he couldn't let word get back to his parents that he was turning down thinly-veiled marriage proposals from the pureblood elite.
All in all, not a good day for Titus. He had settled himself near the roulette wheel, keeping an eye on both the wheel's attendant and the people coming and going. He wasn't making conversation (he wasn't in the mood for it), but his body language was still open and inviting - if someone wanted to approach him, they wouldn't be intimidated, even with his large size.
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