#high rollers (asks)

“I am an August Leo, an’ year of the water tiger, I believe. I don’ pay much attention to horoscopes but from what I’ve heard I’d say my placements make sense.” He shrugged.

“Well, I used to wanna be a singer, but it’s a little late for that now. I guess my goal at this point is to maintain my current status, even in the afterlife. Heh, I mean let’s face it. M’not goin’ anywhere.”

I wonder how drunk Boss would have to be to not off me for paying for my new office furniture with the company budget…. It takes me the better part of three bottles to get shit faced, so I’d say it’d be at least six for him…but how the fuck am I going to get him to drink six bottles of hooch?!

Physically he’s in pretty decent shape. His job keeps him rather active, but when he’s not working, or not exhausted from work, he likes going to the gym. He spends most of his time there with a punching bag but he does some weight training as well. Regardless of whether or not he works out, every night after work he takes his dog, Ace, for walks around Inkwell, if he doesn’t, he’s more than likely to find a throw pillow shredded with fluff everywhere the next morning.

Kingston is a lot of things, but his most prominent quality on his worst days would be self destruction. He’ll often blow through the bar’s entire stock of scotch whiskey and pick a fight (that he has zero chance of winning) with the biggest guy in the room. These behaviors typically stem from him making a mistake or simply being down on himself and thinking he deserves some kind of punishment.

(Kingston puts a lot of pride and effort into his living quarters. Upon stepping in, one might notice the subtle theme of black and white garnished with royal purple accents, multiple house plants, and black marble flooring. If one didn’t know better, they’d assume nobody lives there because of how immaculately clean he keeps the place, save a dog toy or two. )

“Whew- fuck. I need ta- I think I need ta sit down.” He panted, sinking to the floor with a pained groan.

(Blushing, fidgeting with his outfit, stuttering, rubbing the back of his neck or one of his arms, and the most obvious, taking out his flask for a shot.)