She followed King Dice, sitting down where he had motioned. The velvet recliners were comfortable, but the tension in the air was far from so. Claire had a pout on her face, she still wasn’t the most happy, but she would listen to what he had to say.
It was true that after Cuphead and Mugman won, the casino had been struggling. Many employees had quit. Even the bartender, who Claire had been friendly with, no longer worked there. She wouldn’t even be working there, if it weren’t for her own deal with Ol’ Scratch.
But when King Dice promised a better living space, that caught Claire’s attention. She looked up at him, with something akin to a spark in her eyes.
“I’ll help out around some more, if it’ll make eternity more comfortable.”
“That’s the spirit, kid,” Dice grinned, clapping and rubbing his hands together.
Thank goodnessthat was out of the way. It was enough of a headache on its own losing employees, but finding new ones was a whole other story. Inkwell was getting smarter-- cleverer, even. The whole sign-away-your-soul thing was starting to become a bust ever since those kids knocked some sense into the town and made them less, erm, boneheaded. This place was gonna need all the help it could get until some new bozos moved in.
“Appreciate it, doll. You wont be sorry," he stood from his chair, offering a hand to the woman to help her from her seat. He grinned. "...trust me."
