Button's Manehatten Minute

Casino

Tommy sighed as he leaned back on the chair he sat on. The blue unicorn considered tonight a pretty good night. Few jackpots, drinks were flowing, and a good few visitors from Ponyville were even wasting their money here. All in all, the sort of night he usually would treat himself to with brandy in one hand.

His horn glowed, working on the complex combination to his alcohol case, just before a knock came to his door. He frowned for a moment because of it, before checking the camera that would let him see which of his goons it might be. Bruiser was there, naturally, but the one next to him… “Hmm.”

He clicked a button beneath his desk, and the door buzzed to be unlocked. Almost immediately, Bruiser swung it open, and the firebrand beside him marched forward. He had honestly liked the work he’d seen from… Babs Seed? Yes, that was her name. However, she wasn’t supposed to be allowed to see him. “Bruiser, why did you bring our lovely waitress?”

Babs crossed her arms below her large bosom, before she barked out, “Because a friend of mine just walked into the casino, and I thought I would warn you about him before you decided you had to put a hit on him or anything like that.”

Tommy paused for a moment, staring at his brandy as he thought about what she might mean. Normally, he would simply tell a mare like her no, and see what happened, but as she had come to the casino after his business got rid of her barbershop, he doubted she would just forget her suspicions.

Not that she could do anything to the mob, not with how he had built it. Not only that, but here she was hoping to help them. He finally turned to face her directly, and put down his glass. “And what are you hoping for in return?”

Babs shook her head at the request. “While a raise or something would be nice, I’m just looking out for someone I care about. You and your group’s talk of family should make that understandable, or is that all tabloids stuff?”

Tommy raised an eyebrow. While he did use family instead of team usually in his organization, anytime someone brought it up to him, it was pretty funny, as he had found his talent when he murdered his dad, and had no kids. His mom? Fuck if he knew. He did understand the sentiment of care though, and knew that he would go out of his way to protect Bruiser if he ever had to, cause the big mook was like a brother to him. “I do understand, but are you sure your friend would even be in trouble?”

Babs walked to the side of his desk as she rolled her eyes. “Tell me sir, what do you think of the idea of having every last bit robbed of this place by a stupid colt who just thinks he’s playing games?”

Tommy Gun stopped at that, before leaning back in his chair, and beckoning her over. “And what makes you think he can?”

Babs grinned as a sign came up on his monitor, showing that someone had gotten the big jackpot from one of the slot machines. The biggest of all of them in fact. Tommy blinked for a moment, going to a camera on the machine to see who it was, and saw a surprised, brown colt sitting at it. Babs pointed at him. “That’s my friend, Button Mash.”

Tommy blinked again, before snapping. “Bruiser, keep an eye on this young stallion. If he does this again, or wins any amount like this, I wish for you and a courtesy woman to help slow him down. Full deal.”

“And that deal is?”

Tommy glanced to Babs with a smile. “Not what you assume, I promise. However, if you wish to keep me honest, you may stay and watch what he does.”

Babs fidgeted for a moment, before leaning over the console, curious herself as to what Button might do at a casino.

Button, for his part, was having a little bit of a hard time with all the chips he had just gotten. He had only planned to play for about 5 bits, but now…

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