Betting Ideals [Invite, Cherry]

Flip blinked when he heard a voice address him. It wasn't the raucous voice of a drunk, thanking him for the free drinks, or the more serious, professional tone of one of his employees. This one was more quiet, nervous. Flip looked over, seeing what had to be a curious young woman standing there, a nervous smile on her face.

She seemed meek and demure, at least from a first glance. But Flip hadn't gotten to where he was if he had simply followed first glances. There was something much more to this woman. Behind that slim frame and cute face, there was something much more. A sort of inner strength lurking. Ah yes, between that, the pointed ears and the long, monkey-like tail coming from her rear, this was indeed one interesting woman.

The women beside Flip were looking her over as well, though they were being much more critical. These two were rather proud of their appearances. Their hair, their figures. To them, this strange looking woman didn't even compare. They looked at her like she was an insect of some sort.

Flip, however, didn't see it that was. As she nervously complimented his hat, he gave a small chuckle. "Why thank you kindly Miss. You're quite a cute little curiosity yourself. Come, have a seat. Ladies, make some room for our guest." The ladies looked surprised and almost a little offended. The two got up and left the table. Flip watched them leave, giving a small shrug before turning his attention to his new guest.

"The name's Flip Fortuna. I'm the owner of this fine establishment. A pleasure to make your acquaintance Miss Cherry. Can I offer you a drink?"

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Flip couldn't help but give a small chuckle as she seemed to take his 'little' statement literally. Still, he wasn't going to correct her. She was cute when she got flustered. He shifted lightly in his seat as she sat down, putting herself really close to him, though it seemed she was less trying to get close to him, and more her trying to get away from everyone else. He never expected a Saiyan to be shy. That was, assuming she was a saiyan. The tail was a giveaway, but the ears, did Saiyans normally have pointed ears?

As she accepted his offer for a drink, he waved one of the servers over, ready to take whatever order she wished.

Her next question caused Flip to raise an eyebrow, not entirely understanding what she meant. What was up with this place? "This place? Why, my dear Cherry, this is one of the biggest hotel and casinos on Papaya Island! We've got some of the finest food and drink, nightly shows for our customers, and always the chance to win your fortune!" Maybe she wasn't the gambling type? She didn't seem the type to drink either. Which begged the question why she was even here.

When she mentioned about punching a dinosaur in the face, Flip gave a smirk. He should have figured. Saiyans were the sort to want a good fight. "Ah, a bit of a fighter are we? Well, you're in luck," he leaned in, smiling, "We have a little bit of a fight night going on down stairs, if you're interested of course."

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