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The House Always Wins

A canon Time Capsule OneShot

Warning: violence, alcohol, smoking

Smoke rose from the lips of the men at the table, it filled the already too crowded and too loud room. It was suffocating, but Antonio was used to it. Despite the government's "discouragement" of the game, it was just too good to let go. Besides he had a winning streak going, he couldn't give that up for fear of those boys in blue.

Antonio, threw down a matching bet, calling the game,

“Ey, Muéstrame tus cards,” Antonio leaned over the table, alcohol fueling his confidence. The man held an immaculate poker face, fifteen years of gambling will do that to you. Of the six other men at the table, four of them had already folded. The other two, rolled their eyes in annoyance.

“Two Kings,” grumbled one of the men, he smoked a H. Upmann cigar and wore a maroon suit that looked as if it was bought new that day.

“Three 3 Kings,” responded the other remaining player. A large man, smoking the same brand of premium cigar. His tan fedora along with the smoke from his puro, shrouded one of his eyes, leaving the remaining ember tinted ojo solo.

“Aye! Full house,” Antonio acted surprised, but he knew he’d win. He had a knack for these sorts of things.

He gathered his winnings and prepared to take his leave. Too many games, didn't want to push his luck.

“Buenos Días, gentlemen, but it's time for me to say buenas noches,” he got up from the carved wooden chair and bowed bashfully, yet before he could formally takeoff, he heard the hatted man speak.

“Oye, you got some gumption, son. How about we raise the stakes a bit? We got a private game going on right after this. Come show us what you can really do.” He took a large puff of his cigar while he spoke.

Antonio paused; he wanted to leave but how could he turn down a private game. Especially with a man as wealthy as this fedora wearing gentlemen seemed.

Antonio did now have money to spend, claiming almost 100$ in winnings today, as well as having his other 300$ in savings that he brought just in case he needed it.

“How can I reject such a generous invitation?” Antiono spoke before turning to look the man in his ember eye.

“Good.”

Antonio watched as the man exited his seat and made his way around the oval table.

“See ya in an hour, son,” he handed Antonio a card as he spoke.

Antonio watched the man in the tan hat make his way to the bar, followed by his disgruntled lackey in maroon, who Antonio could swear gave him a dirty look as he passed.

Before also finding his way to the bar Antonio looked at the card, it only contained a vague sentence,

The beautiful lady in Red enjoys the nickname “Painted Cat”

He could only assume this referred to the illicit poster that hung on the brick wall behind the entrance to the speakeasy.

After sufficient time had passed, and Antonio had his fair share of malt whiskey, he made his way to the “soiled dove” poster out back.

He hesitantly knocked on the brick wall next to the poster.

“Uhhh, Painted Cat?” he spoke awkwardly, not knowing exactly what to do. Before he knew it, the brick wall opened, and a thin host greeted him with an inspection.

“...fresh meat,” said the thin man who wore a velvet suit. The skeletal man slid off his stool and waved his arms for Antonio to follow.

His few words probably should have been a warning to Antonio that maybe this wasn't the best idea, but the smell of another win was so pleasing to worry about such dangers. He followed the thin blonde man down a narrow hall that looked like an alley way, decomposing rat carcass still lined its edges. The two slowly approached a wooden door on the right near the end of the alley, the velvet wearing man opened said door and gestured for Antonio to enter. Not a word was exchanged between the two before Antonio walked through and heard a hard slam behind him.

The lights were dim, making it difficult to see the brick edges. Yet the center of the room was lit with bright white lights. It made him slightly uncomfortable especially since he was the only one in the room as of yet. He almost didn't realize he was playing with his facial hair, a habit he only showed when nervous.

He stood around for a few moments before eventually finding a seat, the silence was sharp as a knife. He gazed around the gold-lined oval table and chairs, and became acutely aware that whoever constructed this place had money, lots of it. In the center of the table lay a deck of cards, perfectly stacked, sitting alone. The anxiety had been slowly building and Antonio wanted to relieve that, playing with cards normally helped, he reached for the deck.

BANG

He pulled his arm back in surprise, as a new guest entered the room.

“Hola Señor,” Antionio welcomed in a feeble attempt at being polite, the entering man’s response reflected Antionio’s own attitude, replying only with a disgusting expression, and sitting in a seat diagonally to the Spaniard.

Gradually more and more people filled the room, talking and laughter between old buds ensued. Everyone seemed, not excited, but prepared for the game ahead. As more people entered the more confident Antonio got. He was the first to arrive, he got a chance to observe everyone else, their ticks, attitudes, and moods swings. He had the upper hand.

Suddenly the room went cold and everyone went quiet and turned towards the darkness at the end of the table.

“Welcome fellas,” declared a familiar voice form beyond the void. It was the man in the tan fedora.

“Todays a very special day,” he turned to look at Antonio, who was sitting four chairs away from the empty seat that was assumed to be claimed by the hatted man.

“I invited a new friend to join us this evening, he showed exceptional talent earlier. I saw it only fit to give him a real challenge,” everyone turned to face Antonio, giving a small nod of acknowledgement or coldness, Antionio couldn’t much tell in the moment. Everyone took their seat, and the hatted man pulled out his chair and lit another expensive cigar. After taking one long drawn-out puff, making everyone at the round table hold their breath, snake of smoke broke free of his mouth, igniting the game.

“Let’s begin.”

The cards began to flow, five card draw, perfect. This was Antonio's forte. As the cards were delt the man in the maroon suit walked around the table, this time not participating. Just as he reached Antonio's seat, he opened his mouth.

“May the best player win,” his voice was slimy, it sent chills down Antonios spine.

“Planeo, mi amigo, planeo.”

The games were mostly silent, except when the pot was given to the winner, then you hear large brags, grunts of disappointment, and the occasional accusation of cheating. Servers brought whiskey glasses full of the most expensive alcohol on the market.

“No thank you,” Antonio declined when he saw a waiter place a drink next to him.

“Nonsense these are on the house, don’t miss out son.” Antonio hesitantly took the drinks; I mean he couldn’t be rude and deny them. Plus, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity, since he couldn’t afford these on his daily winnings.

It had only been an hour and once again Antonio was on fire, twenty-two games in and he had already won nearly half, and of those he didn’t, he folded quickly in the beginning of, resulting in a large net gain. The longer the games continued the more the drinks flowed. All around the table the servers would continue to pour stronger and stronger beverages, everyone got more talkative, more confident, and riskier. The bets steadily grew larger and larger.

“Well, looks like we’re running out of time fellas, how about we play one final game.” Immediately after man in the tan fedora declared this, everyone stacked their cards and gave them to the man in maroon.

“I thought you said one more game?” Antonio asked, confused, why were they stacking their cards if they were planning on another round?

“Its tradition to end the game with a special deck of my own, just a little way to commemorate the event.”

The cards were delt, Antonio’s eyes went wide upon seeing them. Each one was lined in gold and silver and had its own uniquely painted bird-like design atop.

“Gorgeous aren’t they, son?”

“Si…”

Once all the cards were delt out it was time to play, Antonio picked up his deck. A two, three, seven, and two Aces. The only good part of his deck were the aces, everything else could go, maybe he’d be able to get two pairs and bluff his way into winning.

“Yo queiro tres, por favor,” Antonio firmly placed the three numeric cards in front of the dealer. The dealer, a flat faced man with a crooked nose, and strong jaw complied; returning three fresh cards to Antonio, who calmly lifted them to observe his new deck.

If he wasn’t a professional, he would have almost given himself away, two Aces had been returned to him. He now had four of a kind, the third best hand in the game.

The head of the table, the man in the tan fedora, started the betting first, one thousand dollars. Antonio almost lost his breath. One thousand? To start? That was incredible! This could be his way out of this two-way Nevada town for good. Everyone slowly raised the pot, Antonio himself, raising it to eighteen hundred by the time it made it his way. Unfortunately, it didn’t stop growing. Once it went round, once the tables�� head raised it another three thousand. Antonio suddenly realized that he only had thirty-four hundred on him after his last bet. If no one called and it got to him, he’d be forced to fold. His skin ran cold when he realized that he might lose out of the greatest win of his life. As the betting continued, he held his breath every time someone raised or folded. Eventually his worst fear was realized, the pot was at seven thousand, he was short thirty-six hundred.

“…well, I.”

“What’s wrong kid? Ran out of funds?” laughed an older man so drunk he was barely able to sip his scotch.

“Manners!” the hatted man barked at his fellow player, “Look son, if you really want to continue, I could give you a loan of sorts, if you’re interested.”

“A loan?”

“Yeah, well more like a contract, you raise your bet, and then if you win you simply pay me back my money, with a slight interest of course.”

“… and if I lose?”

“You’ll pay me back in other ways, we can talk about the semantics later, all I need is your word... and a small signature.” He snapped, and suddenly the man in the maroon suit appeared behind Antonio holding a paper with fine text and pen, gesturing for him to take it. The Spaniard’s head spun, the alcohol and stress of the game was making him tired, but he was confident in his odds, he would win, what would a little loan hurt if it got him a major payout. He took the pen and gave a brief but neat signature.

Antonio Cuervo Alonso 1/13/1911

“You got a deal mi amigo!” Antonio slammed down the pen with a wide grin, ready to win.

“I call,” Antonio confidently threw down his quads.

“Read em and weep boys,” he watched as the other men threw down their cards in dismay as he reached for his winnings.

“Hold yourself, son,” The tan hatted man tossed his finished cigar and lowered his hand revealing it to the table, “I think you know what this means.”

The deck was all spades, a two, three, four, five, and six, a straight flush, one deck better than Antonios. He felt sick, this time it wasn’t from alcohol.

The tan hatted man lit himself another smoke, quickly inhaling the hand rolled tabacco.

“It was nice to meet you, taken him away,” Antonio felt two men grab his arms restraining him,

“AYE! STOP YOU HIJOS DE PUTA!” He tried his best to fight back, get out of his human restraints, but no matter how hard he fought, he couldn’t escape.

“Adios Amigo…” was the last thing he heard, before feeling a dull pain on his head, a dizzy ring, passing out.

“Our company will compensate you greatly for the job.”

“It’s just business son, an exchange of goods and services, he is the right one, correct?”

“Correct, he was determined to be the be the best when combined with our current members. Thank you for your service.”

“Welcome, let us know if you need anymore. I feel this could be a great business opportunity between our… operations.”

“We would be pleased to continue and will inform you when another will be appropriate.”

He woke up in the nine-sided room, curtains covered portraits that hung around the nonagon. He lifted his hands to his face, finding it no longer resembled its prior form. It was replaced with the engraved front of a bird’s skull, he wore a plain white dress shirt, blue suspenders, and navy dress pants. Tap shoes gave his every step a clack. A shrill mechanical voice greeted him.

“Welcome to the Time Capsule…Ace.”

"I will always be here, I promise I will stay... no matter what happens to me"

Thank you so much @13piecebucket for helping me edit! It was so awesome of them to help me!

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