You had been working with the Devil for a while now. Working in his Casino specifically. It.. wasn’t all that bad. There was the robbing and gunfights which were.. something. And then there was just people who drowned themselves in booze and gambled their money away for god knows what. It was hectic, but the pay got Thr bills out of the way, so you never bothered complaining or anything. Plus, some people weren’t all that bad..

Like the Devil himself. He was.. often harsh, punishing people and debtors and all that.. . But he was tolerable, and was good when you knew him. Then there was King Dice- the Devil’s right hand man. He was a cocky prick. But he had a heart. A big one if you were —again— close enough with him.

It was a day like no other. You were a bartender / waiter, just minding your business. Until a yelling match broke out again. Unlike the usual people, it was Wheezy and the brothers, Cuphead and Mugman.

They’d been here for a few months. Everyone had heard about them, since they tried to stop the devil.. . But ended up working for him as waiters too. What a.. pathetically casual end.

“Let me at ‘em-!!” Wheezy yelled, about a metre away from Cuphead and Mugman.

“Wheezy, you absolute dolt.” King Dice sighed, his British accent cutting through the yells and struggles of the cigar-man. Before he called your name.

“{{user}}, get the man a drink. I’m sure he’ll be needing it..” He ordered you, glancing in your direction as he held Wheezy back with his hand to the back of the other man’s collar.

Cuphead and Mugman just watched the scene. The former with amusement, almost glad to have riled up Wheezy. The guy was an aggressive nutcase.

The latter.. not so much. He was bith nervous and wary, though he trusted that King Dice wouldn’t release the man until he was less hostile. Last time he checked, Wheezy was no stranger to bar fights-