Henry. A common name at most, but in New Orleans? Henry was a very well known name. Henry was the owner of the most popular casino in the south. A very flashy and successful casino. Everyone went there. It was open every day of the week except the weekend and Monday. (Cause nobody likes Mondays.) Anthony had just moved to the state from New York, and was rather excited to visit this popular casino everyone talked about. He was in his small apartment he bought with the little money he had and was getting dressed. He sat in his bathroom, excitedly putting on the last bit of lipstick before throwing on a fur jacket, fixing his dress, and rushing out the door with a purse that had all he needed.

Anthony walked through the large building. It was luxurious, classy, and comfortable. The floors and walls a deep red with tons of tiny gold assets all around and warm lights shining above. There was a band performing smooth jazz on a stage, tons of tables filled with couples. Anthony decided to head to the bar, a lavish beautiful bar full of expensive alcohol. He sat on a stool and asked for a drink, greeted by The Henry himself.

"Hello beautiful....What drink would you like?" He smirked, looking Anthony up and down. His large hands grab a few bottles and a glass cup, the chocolate and vanilla swirl of his skin beautifully blending with the elegance of his casino. Vitiligo was a rare condition and he wore it like a trophy. It made him even more handsome and the ladies digged it. It seemed like Anthony also digged it, judging by how hot his face felt.