Who: Gus and Emilia. What: Gus is waylaid by Emilia in another attempt to interrogate Bastian. Where: Brimstone. When: Evening. Rating: NC-17. Status: Complete.
He was sick and damned tired of coming into the casino, and he was especially annoyed to be doing so in the evening. In fact, Gus was pretty annoyed by the idea that someone was, quite possibly, calling in these anonymous tips about drug trafficking and prostitution to screw with him and waste his time. But he couldn’t blow them off. If someone called and said they saw a guy sniffing cocaine of a hookers tits in a bathroom, he had to go and check it out, even if walking into the place made him feel like he was coated in a very unpleasant film of something. That feeling was doubled in the evening when the place was at its most crowded. People who normally waved to him on the street ignored him completely, or gave him nervous, suspicious looks, like he was there to ruin their fun. And maybe he was.
Gus hitched his belt and moved a little further inside, unbuttoning his heavy coat as the indoor heating immediately made him start to sweat. Usually when he walked in it seemed like Bastian was waiting for him with that smug fucking smirk of his, but today he didn’t see the smarmy bastard anywhere.
Who he did see was one of his employees, a woman that Gus tried to avoid talking to for reasons that weren’t at all professional. He preferred dealing with Bastian directly, mostly because he couldn’t get distracted by Bastian. Normally he was always a professional, he prided himself on it in fact, but in this place, it seemed like he couldn’t help but let his eyes (and mind) wander.
But with no Bastian in sight, he approached the bar and knocked on it to get her attention. The person he sidled up next to at the bar scowled and got up, moving to a different spot, but Gus ignored him.
“Excuse me, Miss Blake?” he asked, having to shout a bit to be heard over the general noise of the game floor, “Can I talk to you a moment?”