Ritz Casino and Hotel (18 +)

Wylde bounced a poker chip off of the wall, sighing miserably. He was so bored, and there was nobody in his casino today... how the fuck was he supposed to make money without customers?

He wrinkled his nose. "I need some new promoting ideas... this just isn't fun without other people!"


He jumped up and ran to the window. "I need to attract some customers, damn it!"

Ryan smirked, "Well that's certainly not the way to do it, stupid" he said as he walked in. He was on the way to visit his twin when he thought he'd stop for a bit of fun. "Jesus, how disappointing. I thought you were supposed to be fun, Wylde."

Wylde wrinkled his nose. "I am fun, dumbass... I'm just tired. I don't need your lip." He fixed his hat.

He laughed and snatched his hat, "Yeah right, you fruit.." he put the hat on, looking at his reflection in the glass of one of the games, "C'mon, I got some cash to burn, let's play a game"

"A game? I'm up for that." He smirked. "You pick the game... I'm good at everything."

He grinned, a glint in his eye, "How about a little poker?" he took a seat on a near table. "New York style."

"New York style? Don't think i've played it that way..." He sat down opposite the other male. This was going to be fun.

He grinned, "It's kinda like strip poker..but you play for so much more.. every time you lose a hand, you have to do whatever the winner says....and you CANNOT back out. If you back out, you get shot in the face!" he took out his gun and twirled it cheerfully.

'How the hell did he get past security?' He wondered. Too late now... "Fine. I'll play to your terms." He took out his favorite deck of cards and shuffled them. "I take it we won't need chips?"

He grinned, "Fuck no." he sat at one of the tables, and watched his brother closely as he shuffled them, setting the gun right next to him. "And if you cheat, I blow your face off."

"Same goes to you. Don't think I'm completely helpless, my dear brother." He fingered the gun in his own pocket. "I'm used to a lot more than you are." He dealt the cards and looked at his hand.

He laughed and looked down at his hand, instantly grinning. "I wonder what my sexy brother looks like without any clothes~"

Wylde's eyes widened slightly at that, but he shook it off and glanced at his hand. 'Two pair... Not bad.' He smirked. "Ready to show your cards, bro?"

He grinned and lay the cards out, "Can you beat that, bro?" he asked, laughing. He was amazing at poker. He'd have him naked and riding his hard cock in no time.

"A straight?" His eye twitched. 'Damn it...' He laid out his cards. "Lucky hand, bro. You win."

He laughed, "Take off your shirt, man. Do it nice and slowly for me" He leaned back in his seat, watching the other man closely.

"Are you fucking serious?" Wylde glared. "What the fuck ever. This doesn't bother me, you know... I've done worse." He slid the shirt up and over his head, revealing his slim torso. 'Though I've always been drunk in those cases... Why the hell am I sober right now?'

Ryan pulled out his cell, snapping a few pictures of his half naked sibling. "Deal the next hand, baby" he smirked over the phone at him.

'I'm going to fucking regret this... I just know it.' He glared and dealt the next hand. 'A full house... I'll win this time!'

He smirked and lay his hands down, "Whatchu got, man?"

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Wylde slammed down his full house. "How the hell do you keep beating me?"

He snickered, "I'm fucking amazing at poker. Hop up on the table and give me a little strip tease while you take your pants off.." He blew his brother a kiss and got out his camera again, setting it to video.

Wylde's jaw dropped. "You little prick... so help me God..." He took a deep breath. "You know what? No. If you want me to do that shit, you're going to have to force me."

He got up and walked around the table to his brother, holding the gun right against his temple, "You agreed to play it, you have to fucking do it, you pussy."

Wylde debated bringing out his own gun, but was smart enough to know that he probably wouldn't have it out in time. He shoved the gun out of his face and stood on the table. "I'm going to kill you when I'm done here.... so help me god." He took a deep breath and fumbled with the button on his jeans.