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!

Comments

[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!