Devildice In "Family Of Dysfunction!"

I had to re-write this cause I accidentally deleted it and now I'm pissed.

Cuphead POV

"Got any 2's?"

"No, go fish. Got any 7's?"

"No, go fish"

I smiled to myself as Mugman drew himself a card from the deck of cards that we found while… respecting King Dice's privacy...yeah… anyway, we were playing a game of Go Fish and Mugman was winning. But not this time! This time I've got hi- wait, why is he laying down all of his cards?...

"I win!"

He said with a smile and looked up at me. Looking down at his matches, I realized that he had a 3 card match of 6's and another 3 card match of 7's...aint that some shit. 

"....Best 25 out of 30?..."

I asked with a hopeful smile. Mugman just responded with a kind smile nodded, as he reshuffled the cards. It was now morning, and he and I were feeling a lot better. Well- physically. The emotional impact on us is still lingering. But we'll probably feel better in a few days.

"Hey, Cups? Did you hear any strange sounds last night?"

"Ya mean besides your snoring? Nope. Not a peep."

"Hey I don't snore..."

"Suuuuuuure and King Dice doesn't have an alarming amount of make-up..."

I said with my voice oozing in sarcasm. Before he could respond, King Dice came in after a small knock with a smile on his face...only he was covered in brown fur and smelled like ladies perfume. And he was hiding something behind his back.

"Good morning, you two. I see that you're feeling better. Today, after you eat breakfast, you'll start your first day of work. Now don't worry, Devil and I talked with the rest of the staff last night and they won't hurt you in no way or fashion what so ever. Your jobs will be to serve the patrons their drinks, and so on. If they look like they've had enough, cut them off. If the start to get physical, get either myself, Mr. Wheezy, Mike, Amara or Devil."

He said with a smile and pulled out two small waiter uniforms, one with a blue silk dress shirt and the other with a red silk dress shirt. Laying them out on the bed, he rubbed our heads.

"Now I'm going to run you two a bath. Stay there and please put those cards back where you found them once you're fineshed." 

He said with a smile and went into the bathroom, the sound of running water coming out after. 

Devil's POV.

"So, no outside products?"

"Nope"

"Fist fights for the customers need to be taken outside"

"Yep"

"Tobacco is fine, anything else needs to be done outside approximately 40 feet away from the premises."

"Correct"

I was running everything through with Amara and she seemed to be catching on rather quickly. She molded quickly to the new image I had for her...now if only her uniform did the same.

"Stupid tail! Stupid taloned feet! ...sonofabitch why did you give me a headband to wear as a skirt?..."

She said in an exasperated tone as she tossed her skirt and blouse out of the bathroom and shut the door back, most likely to fix her hair that had gotten fucked up in her transformation. Looking at the garments of clothing, I sighed. Some may think it lecherous, perverted or pigish of me to give her such a scanty uniform, but hey I call it good advertising. Dice did a damn good job at luring some of the women here to foolishly bet their souls and sure, he pulled in a gay prick every now and then but I need more souls of the socially dominant sex. And a woman with beautiful curves is just what I needed. Although, I will admit that she did kinda look like a teacher that you'd find on pornhub with that outfit on. Tilting my head to the side in utter curiosity, I folded my lips inward. Maybe something flirty not …indecent exposure-y… something that she could where without having to worry about anyone reaching their hands up her skirt and touching her… the fuck was I thinking giving her that uniform to begin with?! Shaking my head in shame on myself, I waved my hand over the two articles of clothing till they turned into something more suitable and more to her liking. Picking them up, I smiled and knocked on the bathroom door. With her once unruly hair now tamed, she answered the door. 

"Better?"

"Much better."