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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[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.]