Chapters: Chapter 1/?
Summary: Spike is the co-owner of a well-known casino known as The Grand Aurelius. Xander is an upcoming professional poker player who is climbing up the leader board. After becoming an infamous and top professional poker player, Spike never played poker again and refused all challengers that was thrown his way; that is until Xander catches more than his eye. HAU
Warnings: Well quoting from one character Spike is known as ‘bad, very very bad, man.’ *Snorts*
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters and they rightfully belong to Joss Whedon.
Feedback: Very much appreciated
Beta'd: By lecaryk aka Cel.
A/n: Ah well, decided to try something different. Mind you, I’m going to put as many characters both from Buffy and Angel series so keep a look out for your favourite characters. I'll try to update this asap.
Spike stood in the middle of his casino, admiring the sounds and sightings of it: the rattling of dice at the roulette table, the slapping and shuffling of cards at both the poker and the blackjack table, the jingling sounds of coins as people got lucky at the jackpot machines.
Ah, this was it. The Grand Aurelius, located in the heart of Las Vegas entrapping both leisure and professional gamblers of all kind. Owned by him and his business partner Angel, The Grand Aurelius was running a high time streak since opening three years ago.
A sudden shout coming from the the jackpot machine and the beautiful chimes of coins falling down from the machine’s slot make Spike grin. It was always good to win.
He scanned the busy casino until his eyes fell on a certain dark hair boy. Spike frowned. The boy looked as though he couldn’t have been more than nineteen. Surely, one of his security guards ought to have notice the possible minor by now.
One of the main casino rules was that no patrons under the age of twenty-four were allowed to enter instead of the usual twenty-one. This was because it was agreed across the board that that any child under the age of twenty-four was still immature and could cause trouble. They wanted to avoid all these troubles at all cost.
Spike studied the boy. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions just yet. He was sure that his security made a through check of all the customers but one could always make a mistake.
He watched as the boy made a call with a blank face. Spike was surprised; he couldn’t even read any expressions or the usual signals that one could conclude whether the player was bluffing or if they really had the right cards.
He continued to look as the boy, the dealer and his opponent opened their cards and couldn’t help but smirk at the boy’s delighted smile while swapping his winnings. The fact that the boy was calm throughout the game, his face neutral despite his obvious win impressed Spike.
“Alexander Lavelle Harris, age twenty-four aka Xander. Born 16th March 1983. Just gotten himself a name in the underground gambling den beating the Master himself. People had started to call him a prodigy in the making. Played poker since high school and best mate with a guy named Daniel Osbourne, aka ‘Oz’.”
Spike's smirk turn into a grin. Just like his human resource manager to give him all the details. He turned to face Cordelia Chase and asked nonchantly, “why would you think I would be interested in his details pet?”
He couldn’t help but smirk back as Cordelia rolled her eyes. “Aside from watching him like a hawk? Obviously his good looks and him being a potential challenger.”
Spike turned back to look at the boy-well okay, young man. Cordelia was right, Alexander aka ‘Xander’ was indeed a good looking bloke. One he didn’t mind shagging; but he highly doubt that the young man could be considered a potential challenger: one of the countless young fools who had wanted to challenge him but lost too much before even starting a game with him.
The boy seemed to enjoy poker just as a leisure game and playing for the fun and thrill of it all. He also seemed to be a sensible bloke with level-minded thinking, but something Cordelia said highly disturbed him.
“He defeated the Master?”
Cordelia nodded. “Yeah, last month actually, on the day of his birthday. Hands down, fair and square, even the Master has admitted that he lost to that young boy. And you know how the Master is, with an ego even bigger than yours.”
Spike blink and turned to look from the boy to Cordelia then back to the boy again. The Master was a serious poker gambler who had made a name for himself with almost constant winnings. Even back when Spike was playing high stakes poker, he even had difficulty winning the Master himself.
“You are joking right?”
Cordelia shook her head. “Nope, from what I heard, even the Master was impressed by him, said so even; told him to come…” here she paused to take a look at Spike then continued, “to look for a man name William aka ‘Spike’ in The Grand Aurelius.”
Spike felt his mouth turn into a larger smirk. “Young boy came to look for me? How interesting.”
Cordelia turned back to look at him and couldn’t help but give a little shudder. She could see Spike’s eyes glistening in the lights and felt as though Spike had became a predator he knew he was: a predator spotting a prey.
She wondered briefly whether it was wise to tell the details of the young man but she doubt that Spike wouldn’t have figured them out without her help anyways. The sight of him watching and studying the boy just now could have clued anybody in that he wanted to get to know this man Xander.
Turning back to face the smiling young man Cordelia couldn’t help but feel a twitch of pity for this young man. She knew what would befall this man in the days yet to come, the innocence surrounding him and professional card skill will interest all predators, including the co-owner of The Grand Aurelius, and Cordelia knew one thing: that the fact being of interest to the once well-known William The Bloody, was not a good thing.