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k the opening as the entrance, people coming and going with no sense of direction, but more than enough room to not run into each other. Men in black suits with white shirts and red ties stand ne

t. When the display stops she pokes out her bottom lip at the man she’s with. They don’t win. Another couple steps up and goes through the same process. I wonder if it’s a couple only thing. Moving further inside, I spot the gambling tables. Roulette, Blackjack, Poker, whatever the vice, they have it here. Men wearing the same suit as the ones at the entrance, with the exception of emer

t next to each other. Ominous, yet intriguing enough to make me get up and inspect them. Not only can you withdraw a ridiculous amount of money, you can get it in any denomination

e having anything alcoholic. Mr. Cransto

ver to the next patron. Scowling up at the wimp

ust lost out on,” I pause to co

y,” he

doubt he’s following me. Bastard! Just as I exit the casino, I hear him say, “This is Dennis. She’s leaving the casino.” I turn and flip him the bird. His lips twitch. Spinning on my heel, I run smack dab into another patron. I try to catch him, keep him from falling, but end up pulling him down with me. He lands on top of me, a smarmy grin on his face

lden. There was another bar called The Dirty Dawg, but I drew the line at possibly getting drunk enough to ride off into the sunset on one of the many Harley’s I saw parked out front. That actually doesn’t sound too bad at this point. Ride off and never return. The true dilemma though, with that one, it’s located too damn close to the resort and so

straggly hair. I know that look. The jerk is considering cutting me off! I scramble up in my seat, attempting to reach across the bar and grab whatever bottle m

gainst my chest. I try my best to glare at him, but I’m sure it

you’ve had enough

t and I cut our friendship when you smacked my hand

You’ve been h

omer! I can stay h

king sure there’s a taxi out front,” he says

own and I already told you I’m goi

re’s only one, so stop saying all of them like there’s more

round and tell me what I can and can’t do? What I can and

osed to happen. What really happens is my left foot doesn’t quite move with my right foot and I end up on my as

from above me. “V

from the floor. Vaguely I wonder why I can’t remem

ulls me close to him and pra

cts the driver to take me back to the r

to the falls?”

arty, it’s at the lake. I can

at a lake? That

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