Post by Shannon Hawthorne on Dec 28, 2012 21:57:04 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 300px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px]Las Vegas--the other city that never sleeps. But seriously, with all the drinking, smoking, and sex going on, how could you possibly sleep? No no no, none of those was the reason why Shannon had flown clear across the country from New York to Nevada. She'd given up the soggy rainy streets of New York for the dry summer heat of Vegas for one reason only--Shannon was going to rob a casino. Well, not truly rob it. She merely planned to win so much that they'd regret ever letting her into the building. (Just kidding--she was already in town for a business trip and decided to make a pit stop before she left. Very clever, no?
Speaking of which, she craned her neck up to examine the entirety of the casino. The Rising Sun Hotel and Casino loomed high in the sky and threatened to scratch the heavens. Like any hotel in deep Vegas it smelled of smoke and wasted money of filthy rich fat men who didn't give a damn about anyone or anything else. But then again, neither did Shannon, which was why she was going to count cards and make a killing for absolutely no reason beside the fact that she wanted to and needed something to occupy herself with before her fight home. A flashing sign signaled the casinos entrance and a silk blood-red carpet marked the path to it. She strode right through the spotless glass doors as if she owned the place.
Instead of her usual casual attire, today Shannon dressed for the occasion. She'd traded her shaggy beige coat for an amber pinstripe vest that flattered the crimson red of her tie and contrasted the stark white of her dress shirt. Ironed tuxedo shorts and leggings covered her slim legs and strategically selected low-heel yet expensive looking boots protected her petite feet. To top off her appearance she'd thrown her hair into a classic up-do. Dresses and heels and obnoxiously fancy hair styles were just plain hazardous. She couldn't run in dresses or heels and who knows, she might just have to run today.
She strutted past the lobby and straight for her target--the casino. Cigar smoke immediately consumed the air and the constant chime of slot machines rang in her ears. With a hand purse full of chips (all of which were her own investments, promise), she seated herself at one of the classic dimly lit poker tables. The blinds are established, the bets made, the pot was right--let the card counting begin. [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe]
Post by Damaris Montford on Dec 29, 2012 17:35:04 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:400px;,bTable][classy=sc][classy=text]She giggled softly into her cupped hands at a joke that wouldn't have been funny if she were anywhere else—or sober, but she couldn't help herself. It wasn't like she was drunk anyway. Just a little tipsy. Besides, it was summer and she was on vacation. She was supposed to let loose and have fun. That was why she'd come to Vegas with her brother, after all, fake ids clutched firmly in hand (if her father knew they had used illusion magic to craft those, he would not be happy, but he didn't have to ever know, did he?) and their eyes full of stars and lights. She'd lived in New York for a year, it was true, in the heart of Manhattan, but Vegas was still awe-inspiring.
Damaris hiccuped and excused herself from the conversation, trying to focus. Where was her brother, anyway? He'd excused himself to get another drink, and then never come back. Probably playing the slot machines, she figured, smoothing her dress over her hips. It was shoulder less and backless, dipping low in the front and she would never have worn such an outfit at home but here—here she could do anything. Wobbling off on her heels, Damaris wove her way to the poker tables.
She'd counted cards in games with friends, of course, and online, but never in person. Maybe that was why she'd been drinking so much. She had no doubt she could do the mathematics—that was unbearably simple, drunk or sober, for her—but would the casino notice? Would she get kicked out? She'd read that even people who weren't counting cards but were just winning too much could get thrown out. Whatever. She'd just have to be better than the rest of them.
Sliding into a seat next to a very pretty red-haired lady who looked much more sober than Damaris felt, she snagged the very last spot as the game began. ”Sorry, sorry,” she muttered, hiccuping again.[/classy][/classy][classy=icon][/classy][classy=notes]WORDS. 326 TAGS. shannon NOTES. "i fell in love again. all things go, all things go."[/classy]
Post by Shannon Hawthorne on Jan 1, 2013 15:07:13 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 300px; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px]The very last seat of the game was taken by what appeared to be a barely sober, if not already intoxicated, young girl. The girl had tittered and tottered to the table and, to Shannon's annoyance, taken the seat right beside her. She could smell the faint stench of alcohol clinging to the woman's revealing attire. Drinking and gambling hardly seemed to be a fitting match. In fact, it seemed to be a rather idiotic combination of activities, in Shannon's opinion. But, for the sake of appearances, she did not outright wrinkle her nose at the smell of alcohol or scowl at the newcomer. She would just have to deal with it and play with the tipsy newcomer.
With cards in hand and chips on the table, the game went into full swing. The occasional observer stalked by the table and hovered over shoulders, watching the game advance and the cards fall. Losses were suffered, wins were gained, chips were swept across the table in all directions. Black, white, red, green, blue--the colors of the rainbow composed entirely of chips representing heaps and heaps of money were scattered all across the table. Kings, queens, jacks, aces--the ultimate deciders of the winners and the losers followed suit.
Her eyes scanned the cards with simple sweeping glances, just enough to take in the suit and the number. Long lingering stares could easily be read as cheating or counting, and she certainly wasn't going to let that happen. Numbers were tallied in her mind as were percentages and probabilities. But despite all this she let a few rounds go. Of course counting cards and the probabilities wasn't a guaranteed win. Not only that but continuous wins was just too suspicious on its own. So just like every other player, she suffered the occasional loss.
But the close observer would notice a clear trend in which direction the chips were traveling too. That's right, guess which two players had the largest mountain of chips? She looked down at her leaning tower of chips and then beside her to the other girl. With her cards laid face down, Shannon leaned one elbow on the edge of the table and rested her chin in her palm. Interesting. [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #fefefe]
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