Entry 37 [Action]

[classywigger]

[Rummy's got himself occupied at the blackjack table, surrounded by sexy women. And one sexy man. It's Vegas, nobody's going to blink at a little thing like experimenting with going both ways.]

Hit me.

[Dealer does so. 21.]

Aw yeah! Drinks are on me!

[He draws the chips towards him.]

How 'bout another round? Whaddaya say ladies and gent?

[His posse nod eagerly.]

A'right, here we go!

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[action.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[A shady-looking youth approaches between games, wearing a hooded grey sweatshirt and smudged black eyeliner.]

Hey, man. You and your friends need something to make this night a little more exciting?

[action.]

[classywigger.livejournal.com]

[He's too busy counting his winnings to notice how odd the youth seems.]

Like what?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[Neil glances around to make sure security isn't paying too much attention to him.]

Got pretty much everything-- name it. What's your poison?

[classywigger.livejournal.com]

[Thinks for a moment. He's not into any of the hard shit, but what the hell? You only live once.]

You got ecstacy?

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Sure thing. [He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small plastic bag half-way. Inside are a number of triangular blue pills.]

Six bucks apiece.

[classywigger.livejournal.com]

A'right, a'right. [He counts his posse, and tells one of the girls to beat it, so he has one less to pay for. Hand the kid the money.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[This is the first actual sale he's made tonight. Success! He passes over the pills as discretely as he can and grins.]

Have a good time.

[And now he is going to take off very quickly before anyone in a uniform wonders what he's up to.]

[child-radical.livejournal.com]

I hope you know that what goes on in Vegas typically ends up on the internet.

[classywigger.livejournal.com]

Relax. What could happen?

[child-radical.livejournal.com]

Do you honestly want to tempt fate?

[classywigger.livejournal.com]

Fuck fate, tonight's a night to live.

[child-radical.livejournal.com]

That's when things tend to go wrong.

[commarogue]

[ Here, dude. Have an informational flyer to the face. She sounds as deadpan as possible. Bored, even. ]

If you need help, we're here for you. Call the number, counselors are standing by to help with your addiction.

[classywigger.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sure, whatever.

[He crumples up the flier and tosses it without even looking at it.]

[commarogue]

[ She huffs and bends to pick it up and smooth it out. ]

Sorry, I'm all outta flyers for help to stop being a dickhead...

[classywigger.livejournal.com]

[He takes out a $20 chip and flips it her way.]

Here, buy yo'self a couple'a long island iced teas.

[commarogue]

[ She catches it fluidly and just as quickly chucks it back at his head. ]

Nah, keep it. Get treated for the STDs you're picking up later.

[classywigger.livejournal.com]

[Catches it right back and puts it back with the others.]

Fine, more for us.

[commarogue]

[ Storming off, flyers in hand. ]

Don't bother calling when you need help!