Suddenly, Colin was alone again.
Things had kind of gotten hectic after Yagmur had thrown fucking machinery through the door. He figured Yagmur was going to deal with Gene, probably scare him off... and then they suddenly started acting more friendly to each other. That was... sudden and unexpected.
Then Colin noticed the bandanas and things were more clear.
Yagmur came up to him and said some parting words. He... he was abandoning him. Colin finally thought he had someone to travel with, to team with, and now he was being thrown under the bus for dumbass Gene Steward.
All he could do was silently nod as Yagmur packed up and left.
Once again, there was silence. Empty, hollow, unwanted silence in the casino.
Colin ran over and slammed his foot against one of the slot machines, ignoring the pain that flared up in his foot. This was stupid. It sucked. It was unfair. Life had shoved him down and now it just kept kicking and kicking and kicking and-
Colin rested his arms on the machine, buried his head in them and took a deep breath. He hoped the cameras wouldn't pick up his trembling.
C'mon now. What would Mom think?
About a minute passed with nothing notable happening, Colin simply at the machine in his own thoughts. Then, without provocation, Colin stood up, turning to a nearby camera.
"Fuck this game, fuck those guys, and fuck all of you."
With that statement, the flipping of two birds, and the grabbing of his belongings, Colin was out of there.
((Colin Pigeon continued in A Matter of Taste