| Gambling |
[01 Nov 2007|10:55pm] |
You would think that after throwing himself out of a plane on All Hallows Eve, Joseph wouldn’t want to chance his luck any further, but you’d be wrong.
After he stripped out of his suit and said his goodbyes to both Whistler and Star, mentioning how he hoped he’d be seeing them again, he drove into Vegas and to the nearest casino. He knew he needed and wanted a drink and maybe a couple of cigarettes, and there was no better environment for enjoying those things than that of a casino floor.
Most of the time the floor buzzed with life, filled with people’s chatter, repetitive clinks of chips sliding across tables, slot machine reels spinning to reveal the losing and winning symbols, and the never-ending shouts of success and groans of despair. Joseph loved it and he loved the fact that the casino was one place guaranteed to give you a true and realistic snapshot of the human condition.
He was a well-known face, even after his recent time away, and it wasn’t long until he was being recognized and he was shouting a couple of exchanges across the wide expanse of deep red carpet. Joseph didn’t need to look where he was going. He’d walked a tread through the casino so many times in the past that he could close his eyes and his feet would take him exactly where he wanted to go.
Eventually his wandering feet brought him to a small table with a collection of people already sitting around it, cards in the process of being shuffled. “Hey Laura,” he greeted the dealer with a casual smile.
“Hey Joseph, you want me to deal you in?”
“Please,” Joseph affirmed with a nod of his head, tossing out enough onto the table to cover his joining the table and the game about to start. When one of the cocktail waitresses came past, he turned and ordered himself a whiskey, thanking her a couple seconds later as she noted his order and went on her way.
Joseph shrugged out of his jacket, slinging it over the back of his chair before he turned back to the table, reaching down to unbutton cuffs and fold sleeves of his shirt towards his elbows. He planned to be there for the long haul so he was just doing what any sensible gambler did; he was making himself comfortable.
A couple seconds later he dragged a pack of cigarettes out of depths unknown and busied the tapered tips of his fingers with going through the steps to light a cigarette.
( Me, Too )
“Another round, Joseph?”
“Please,” Joseph muttered with a nod of his head, shifting ever so slightly as players joined him.
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