Vegas Waits for No One [Matrim]

[Sara Gallagher]

The Honeymoon!

4 hours of driving and upbeat rock music later, Sara and Matrim arrived in Las Vegas. The bottle of champagne sat behind the front seats of the car, finished not to long before they had passed over into the city. Sara stared out the window like an excited puppy, taking in all the sights and lights. The night was only just starting, the sun just falling.

She bounced around in her seat, pointing to different spots for Matrim to park in. "I can't wait to go to a Casino... This is going to be so amazing! We'll get sooo drunk and spend so much money--" A terrible thought suddenly hit Sara and she dropped back into her seat, her face falling as she turned big worried eyes up to Matrim.

"Matrim.. We're not old enough to get into the places here are we? What do we do?" Oh no... Her honeymoon D8 How could this have not come to her before they drove hours to be here.

[Matrim Gallagher]

"I can't wait to go to a Casino... This is going to be so amazing! We'll get sooo drunk and spend so much money--" She said and he was excited too, pulling into a parking garage of sorts for a casino, he got a ticket for the parking and parked the Van in an empty spot on the second floor. "Matrim.. We're not old enough to get into the places here are we? What do we do?"

"Fake I.D.'s babe," Matrim said, pulling his out, "And for those who don't have it, well.... something tells me you aren't going to be carded in Vegas. Me, maybe, you... it depends. But if you do, you pay them off, or you could get one of your own. Hell, sometimes just showing them your Canadian ID will confuse them. My British I.D. was fine in Alaska for awhile until people got smart and actually started looking for the birth date."

He would get out of the car, closing the door and walking away from the van with the keys in his pocket. Grabbing his wallet he moved it to his front pocket to be a little more safe since he had been pick pocketed before in places like these, "Be careful of your wallet and stuff like that," Matrim would say, cracking his neck and remembering that Solaris was in his head....

21...... oh yeah..... 21 is definitely the one to play.....

After all, counting cards wasn't illegal... it just was frowned upon. Though Matrim, being Matrim, could take care of himself.

[Sara Gallagher]

"Fake I.D.'s babe, and for those who don't have it, well.... something tells me you aren't going to be carded in Vegas. Me, maybe, you... it depends. But if you do, you pay them off, or you could get one of your own. Hell, sometimes just showing them your Canadian ID will confuse them. My British I.D. was fine in Alaska for awhile until people got smart and actually started looking for the birth date."

"Wait... You're British?" Sara stumbled from the car and jogged after him. "You didn't tell me you were British... OHWAIT!" Sara turned around and ran back to the car, tugging on the side door to get into the back. When it didn't open she glared at Matrim and waited.

Once he had opened the door for her she crawled inside and started searching under the seats. She knew she had a shirt in here somewhere... She moved to the back and checked behind the seat. She saw the small black bag and pulled it out and dug inside it, finding what she wanted.

She practically tore off her t-shirt and climbed out of the van in her bra, tugging the new shirt over her head. It was a dark red low cut, v-neck, sleeveless shirt. And she looked DAMN good in it. Sara cut up with Matrim just as she finished pulling it on. "What do you think?" She leaned forward, showing off cleavage. "Will I get carded?" With a giggle she skipped off ahead of him, dancing around in the florescent lighting of the parking garage.

"Be careful of your wallet and stuff like that."

"Right~" She stopped dancing around and realized she had made herself dizzy. It took a couple tries but she managed to get her wallet out of her back pocket and into her front one. "So where to first? I wanna go to a casino... A big one... I wanna play a slot machine..." >3 She twirled and skipped her way out of the garage and into the street.

And then she spotted it. The large building down the road caught her eye. The giant pyramid. The one you always saw on tv and stuff. "I wanna go there...." She pointed to it, turning around to look for Matrim, and didn't see him right away. Her mind went blank, scared she had lost him already.

[Matrim Gallagher]

"Wait... You're British? You didn't tell me you were British... OHWAIT!"

"You mean you couldn't just tell? God I've been in this country for too long..." He said to himself thinking about it. His accent had pretty much faded over the years and if he tried to reclaim it now people would think he was using a faux accent which would just piss him off to no end, so he'd have to just roll with it. Hell, maybe he'd never need to become an official citizen and people would just assume. "Wow me and you could technically get deported." He said, thinking about it.

He had opened the doors of the van and waited for her, and once she came back in a red shirt with a low cut he let out a low whistle since she was looking great in that shirt. "What do you think? Will I get carded?"

"Probably not..." He said as she skipped along, he followed her as she lead the way.

"Right~ So where to first? I wanna go to a casino... A big one... I wanna play a slot machine... I wanna go there...."

"The Luxor? Sure sounds like fun," Matrim said, "Let's hit it up." He said pulling out his black card, "We'll get you an Elite Express Card there, and I'll make sure mine is in working order and we'll put them both on my black card. Don't worry about me paying for you, if you want to pay for yourself you can always just pay me back when the bill comes in." He said, "They've got everything here, you'll like it."

The made their way to the entrance of the place. It was an awesome place, a Pyramid, a Sphinx, Slots, Video Machines, Card Games, and even the high limit area where Matrim would be playing the maximum bet each time. Noise hit Matrim like a brick wall as he entered the place. He pulled his hair back in a tight ponytail, fixing his hoody and walking in as he looked from person to person.

"Alright," He said going up to a counter and getting them hooked up and signed up for some cards, giving them his information nobody would seem surprised. One of the greater things about that card was the fact that Vegas had plenty of rich bastards, people like Matrim stuck around Vegas, since rich people LOVED betting a ton of money. I mean, they just LOVED it. Don't believe me? Go to Vegas and go into the high stakes area and ask around, they love the thrill, being so rich you don't get much thrill in your life, but when you put money on the line like that, the rush is just... it's amazing. It's like Crack. And Matrim was an addict for it.

And now he had a super mathematician in his head, Solaris Awren himself had given Matrim something he hadn't thought of before.

Black Jack here I come....

He gave Sara her card which she could use to pull out money and get chips with, "Here you go, so did you want to stick together or separate for a bit? Personally I was thinking of playing some black jack...."

[Sara Gallagher]

"They've got everything here, you'll like it."

Sara skipped along behind him now, keeping him in her sights no matter what. The scare of thinking she had lost him already had taught her to be more then careful on the streets. She really didn't know what she was supposed to do if she lost him. She figured go back to the car? Ya, that seemed good. As they made their way to the entrance, she moved closer to him, taking his hand. "If we get separated and can't find each other, we'll meet at the car right?"

If he answered her, she didn't hear it, her eyes focusing on the things around her. The lights, the sounds, the... things! Statues and game machines, a bar, the tables. It was amazing! Her mouth dropped open as she walked further into the place. Again, she realized she had lost Matrim. He wasn't holding her hand anymore. She stared down at her hand, confused, then looked around for him, spotting Matrim at the counter.

Sara stepped up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and peeking around his side as he got them set up. The guy behind the counter looked at her funny so she licked her lips at him, giving him a sultry look. He blushed and turned back to what he was doing. Oh yeah... This was going to be easier then she had thought. As he finished getting them ready she let go of him and stepped back, taking the card and looking down at it.

"Here you go, so did you want to stick together or separate for a bit? Personally I was thinking of playing some black jack...."

"Well... I wanna play the machines for a bit..." She ran a hand through her hair. "We could split up for a bit and then say meet at the poker table? One last game before we get ourselves a hotel?" She smiled up at him as she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in for a kiss. "I'm not so good at cards so..."

Breaking the kiss she stepped away from him and gave him a little finger wave. "My cell is on me, call if something happens, or you're ready to go." And then skipped she off into the crowd. The first thing she did was make her way to the bar and ordered herself a Singapore Sling~ Mmmm, fruity alcoholy goodness in a cute glass~

She swiped her card at the bar, paying for it and then moved to the machines. It took her a little while to find the ones she was looking for. 50 cent machines, the ones you didn't really have to work for. You just pressed the button and off it went. She settled into a seat sipping the drink like it was air and slipped the card into the slot. Her information popped up on the screen and she nearly choked. The cards current base was.... How many zero's was that? She leaned in close to the screen and bumped her face on the glass. She hissed out a breath and pulled back, hand on her nose as she carefully looked again. "Wow..."

And so she started, pressing the button over and over again and watching the flashing lights cover the screen, rolling around and exploding in colors. She smiled, clearly enjoying herself even though she had absolutely no idea what any of it meant. 5 minutes later, when she glanced at her money, the amount was up... By a fair amount. Figuring it to be a good thing, she pressed the button once more and the little sirens on top of the machine went off.

She stared up at them, incredulously. When the machine started beeping at her, she looked at the screen and watched as her total climbed. "Holy shit..." Looking around quickly she saw the men in suits coming to congratulate her. Rather then deal with them, she pulled her card out of the machine and ran off towards the dollar machines.

And so began her night~

[Matrim Gallagher]

"Well... I wanna play the machines for a bit... We could split up for a bit and then say meet at the poker table? One last game before we get ourselves a hotel? I'm not so good at cards so..." She said and pulled him in for a kiss.

"This place is the hotel honey, all the casino's are hotels. In fact if anyone loses all their money they usually compensate the rooms so that the person doesn't have to pay them to sleep there," He said, "It's actually really friendly in that aspect since they win so much money. It's when they start losing money that they get a little grumpy."

"My cell is on me, call if something happens, or you're ready to go." She said and he nodded, waving toward her as she left.

Hehehehe.... counting time....

Going to the High Limit area, a room with several different games going on, Matrim found his way to Black Jack. He had his card on him and he said to the dealer, "You take cards for chips?"

"Yes sir," The dealer said, "How much in chips sir?"

"What's the minimum and maximum bet?"

"The minimum is one hundred sir, and the maximum is five thousand," He said and Matrim smiled broadly.

"Let's go with fifty thousand in chips for now," Matrim said, putting the card down on the table. It was one of those things they were big on, they didn't take the money from you, you set it on the table and they grabbed it from there. When they set stuff on the table, that's when you could take it. That's just how it went and that was that. The man dealt out Matrim's chips and he looked around, his area was empty but a few people came up once he had, the dealer was staring fresh which would just make this a lot easier on Matrim.

A girl dressed in what looked like a hooker outfit came up with a tray and said, "Can I get yuh anything honey?"

Matrim looked and nearly bled profusely from the nose, "Uhhh whiskey, jack, on ice... thanks...." He said and then went back to the cards as they were dealt out. His showing card was a Queen, the card underneath, a ten. Matrim looked up, and when it was his turn, he waved his hands over his card signaling that he'd hold. Once the dealer flipped he had eighteen.

"Alright," Matrim said since the other two had a seventeen and a nineteen. He was already off to a very good start.... the numbers running in his head of probability and what could be next.

[Sara Gallagher]

Sara settled into a seat at the dollar machines after dodging the guys in suits for a bit. She sighed, spinning around in the chair and finishing her drink. Finally, she looked up at the machine she was sitting in front of. This one had more buttons then the last one. And there were cards on the screen as opposed to slots.

Why couldn't casino's be like... Giant Chucky Cheezes or something? She was pretty sure that there were some adults that would love to bet money on how hard they could swing that hammer or how fast that could jump a fake rope, or how good their aim was on fake ducks. Those were awesome games, and there were a million of them. She would have paid good money to be playing that instead of these stupid games.

She pouted as she slid the card into the machine and again noted her total. She watched as cards were dealt out on the screen. What the hell was she playing here? Black jack? Poker? She couldn't play if she didn't know... She decided to go ahead and give it a whirl. She had two cards in her hand apparently. She had no idea what the buttons did but she pressed a big blue one anyways. Three cards were dealt to the center. She pressed a red button and another card was dealt. The blue button again and she had apparently won. She clapped excitedly as her total went up again.

She seemed to have caught the attention of the old guy sitting next to her. He nodded, congratulating her and gave her a pat on the thigh, his hand lingering. She had barely even noticed. Another round went by, her total again increasing as she pressed random buttons at random times. Three rounds later, she finally realized she was playing Texas Holdem when she threw her head back happily laughing as her total skyrocketed.

The old guy was back. "That's quite amazing... You're either very good, or very lucky."

Sara beamed as she smiled at him, pulling her card from the machine and ready to move on. "Thanks gramps~"

"Could I uh... Buy you a drink?"

"Well of course mister." Sara said, referring to him in a rude way, but he seemed to have taken it as an introduction point, because he continued. "Please, call me Charles." She nodded, never willing to turn down a drink and followed after him back to the bar. By this point, Sara had managed to get up about $10 000 just from playing machines, hitting a jackpot on one and just winning big on another.

And the night had only just begun~

"What would you like Ms..."

"Gallagher! Sara Gallagher!" She told him happily, using her new last name. "And I'll take a rum and coke please," she said to the bartender and then turned happily back to him. "So tell me Sara, have you ever played real poker?"

[Matrim Gallagher]

"Here you go, sir!" The girl said giving him a smile and lingering. Matrim turned back and smiled at her wondering if she was waiting for a tip, she leaned in and said, "I get off in a couple hours...."

"Well that's perfect," Matrim said, "Maybe I could introduce you to my wife." He said, not really paying attention just at first trying to get rid of her and prove himself worthy of being Sara's new husband.

"Well, I'm into gals too, maybe she's open for.... new experiences?" The girl said slipping Matrim a card with her number as she started to go away, Matrim slapped her on the ass and she let out a small noise of being shocked but turned toward him and smiled as he winked at her, leaning back in his chair he nearly fell off of it before returning to an upright position and taking a drink from his glass.

"Sir?"

"Hit me," Matrim said and then laughed at the phrase, "What a stupid phrase....."

The card he got was a five, his top card was a six, and his bottom card was an ace. What a load of crap, he'd have to take the ace as a one putting him at twelve, and since the count was up he was pretty likely to get a face card meaning that he could end up with twenty two.

"Sir?"

"Uhm..... hit," He said, and it was an eight thankfully. He let out a groan and started laughing.

"What did yeh bust or somethin man?"

"Nah twenty actually, I was so close to having twenty one but I was one over and had to think of the ace as a one," He said laughing and flipping the card.

"Boy you are just on fire tonight! You ain't one of those counters are yeh?"

"Please I'm drunk, I'm barely old enough to be here, and ever since that waitress just asked me if I wanted to have a threesome with her and my wife my minds definitely been on something else completely," Matrim said and then looked up at the dealer who had nineteen, "Now here's a guy who has all the luck, just a shame it's all bad luck. He keeps losing!"

"Bet sir?" The man would say after Matrim collected his chips. Matrim pushed in five thousand, at this point he really didn't care how much he won or loss. He dove into that glass and was just relaxing.

[Sara Gallagher]

Sara and the guy had settled into a table next to the bar with little mini slot machines on it. Sara 'ooh'd and 'aww'd them before slipping her card into and playing as she sipped her drink. Her vision was blurry at this point she could barely see anything. As much as she would have liked to think otherwise, the guy had practically carried her to the bar. She was hammered.

She giggled as she watched the bars roll across the screen. "Real poker? Like... Cards? No, I'm not so good at cards..." The little machine buzzes and whirred happily as she played through her game.

"Well Sara, it's not just about being good at them, it's about luck." He straightened his jacket before continuing. "And it seems to me you've been having a fair bit of luck tonight..."

Sara laughed. "You have no idea man.... None whatsoever~"

"How about I buy you another drink and me and you have a sit down at the poker table over there, play a few rounds? I'll teach you how to play..."

Sara glanced over where he was gesturing and saw a small table with a few people sitting at it. They all seemed very intense, their faces completely straight and barely flickering any emotions. "Looks boring..."

"Only when you don't know how to play... To the trained eye... They're each... playing... Spies."

O____O "Really? Alright, I'm in~!" Sara downed the rest of her drink and stumbled off towards the table. After a few steps she fell flat on her face, but easily picked herself back up laughing at her self and then fell into a seat.

The people around the table glared at her as she hiccuped, a new game just starting. "Hit me!"


"Wrong game Sara..." Charles laid a few chips on the table for her. "I have her covered for this round... I'll be right back Sara, with another drink, but you'll need to get your own chips..." He turned, leaving Sara at the table. As he hit the bar, a groan and a few choice curses went up behind him. He quickly grabbed the drinks and returned to find Sara with a neat little stack of chips in front of her. "This game is awesome gramps~!"

"How..."

Sara flicked a few chips at him. "To pay you back... NOW COME LOSE ALL YOUR MONEY TO THE SARANATOR!"

Charles boldly slid into the seat across from her and tossed some chips into the center.

[Matrim Gallagher]

"Well that's good...." Matrim said, "I think I won everyone here out," He laughed a bit and said, "So where can I get these added up and put onto the card so I'm not carrying hundreds of pounds of chips wherever I go?"

"Well sir, you could just take that back to," He was cut off when Matrim decided not to do that, and simply said.

"Nevermind, just give me larger value chips," Matrim said, "I'm going to go play high stakes texas hold em," He said with a grin. He was pretty excited about that as he got his winnings and headed over to an empty seat at the table, placing down chips and waiting for them to be finished.

"Well hey there!" The lady who was dealing cards said, she wasn't dressed as scantily as the waitresses, she was definitely a dealer, "Ya gonna be joinin us?"

"Definitely," Matrim said as he stacked up his chip pile, "What's the minimum bet at this table?"

"One thousand," The lady said and everyone laughed and turned to look, only to stop laughing when they saw the type of chips he laid down. They all had one thousand, five hundred, and even five thousand style chips which made mountains at this table. What Matrim had in front of him at that very moment was a stack not as impressive, but of fifteen thousand dollar chips. He grinned up and waited.

Turning to the dealer he said, "Can I break some of these for the ante?" And sat waiting for Sara to eventually end up there since that's where they would be playing. He wasn't in a rush though, he may leave the table to go look for something else to do as well. A waitress came up, handing Matrim another glass of whiskey, "Thanks."

[Sara Gallagher]

A few rounds later, Sara's small pile of chips had turned into an extremely large one. She laughed and giggled as more people left the table, their money gone and more took their place. Charles sat across from her still sporting a modest pile. He couldn't understand it. He had been so sure that she would have lost, but instead, she played like a pro. Her reactions were completely random, no one could tell if she was bluffing, or being honest. She actually broke into tears once when she looked at her cards and everyone raised. She had gone up a few thousand in that one game. And this was the low stakes table!

But he kept the smile on his face as she joked with the dealer across from him. She was going to slip up at some point and he would, like every other night and every other woman, take her bed and take her money. It was just how it was. He was just pissed at himself for being the one to have given her the single couple chips that had given her a small fortune.

"One more game, then I'm off to bigger and better things!" The few people that were bold enough stepped forward and placed their antes and bets. Sara looked at her two cards, and her face fell. The bets were raised as the cards came out. Her smile widened. One guy folded. Another card came out and she dropped her head, double checking her cards again. More bets were raised. As the third card came out, her shoulders slumped. The bets went up again, but again she met them. And in the end... She had won again.

As Charles and Sara left the table, he asked her. "What exactly was your method of bluffing?"

"Bluffing...?" She looked up at him, her eyes clouded from drinking. "Ya, you're reactions... What were you basing your reactions on?"

"I don't... OHHH wait.. I was trying to see how close I could get the cards to 42."

... "42?"

"Ya... It's the answer to all life's questions Charles! Get with it!" She moved up to the roulette table and dropped a chip onto a square. The little ball dropped and low and behold... Sara won again! "What can I do with these chips sir?" she asked the dealer.

He happily exchanged her chips for larger ones. She now carried an ok amount of large chips. A cute little fortune if she said so herself...

But the big win was about to happen. She passed an interesting little slot machine with little cars all around it and pictures of people accepting keys. "I want a car so badly... I really do..." She dug into her pocket for her card as Charles mumbled behind her about the machines being fixed. She ignored him, pushing the card into the machine and then pulled the old school arm on it.

All around her, lights and sirens went off and balloons and streamers fell from the ceiling as three scantily clad women surrounded her. "I'm in heaven right...?" she asked the first one.

"Of course you are dear..." she replied, hugging Sara to her chest.

[Matrim Gallagher]

"Sir, you're going to have to come with us," A man said coming up toward Matrim and putting his hand on his shoulder. Matrim looked up at the guy and gave him a look as two others came up to join the man. The three looked rather buff, and while they weren't cops or anything, they did seem to want to cause Matrim some physical arm and held themselves with an amount of authority.

"And who are you?" Matrim said, looking down at his cards once more he tossed them forward saying, "I fold." And then grabbed his remaining chips, getting up and cashing out for the evening. He looked up at the man and said, "Fine I'll go with you.... but I better warn you I'm drunk when I'm pissed off."

Did I say that right? .... I think I did...

Matrim was dragged from there through a back door and into a hallway leading to a rather nice looking elevator. Matrim was taken into it, and they pressed a button for a certain floor. It had only a few options which made Matrim wonder. Before long he was taken down instead of up, but elevator music calmed him. He hummed along to the tune the best that he could, looking around the elevator, not really caring about the three that had taken him.

Finally the elevator dinged, and Matrim jumped back, immediately two of the guys grabbed him, "The fuck is your problem?"

"It just... it startled me is all...." Matrim said as they lead him into a garage of sorts, a basement level. There was a chair in the middle of an area that they put him in, and a man in a very nice suit came out of the shadows, "Ooo creepy... though the elevator ding has you beat on the ability to scare me..."

"Matrim Gallagher."

"Dr. Evil."

"........ Is this man drunk?"

"No I'm just.... ok, so maybe a little."

[Sara Gallagher]

Before Sara knew what was going on, she was up on stage, surrounded by scantily clad women. Charles stood in the crowd, clapping for her with a sour look on his face. Sara, stood on stage, grinning like a mad woman and wondering where the hell Matrim was.

"Please, give a BIG round of applause for the newest winner of the Dakota Sport!"

Ya... That's right... Not only had Sara won a car... It had been a truck. The exact one she wanted. Now how was that for luck? God must be giving her one last good run before settling down for a life with Matrim.

Sara happily accepted the keys from them, having stuck the chips she had on her in every place possible, down her shirt, in her pockets, all four, in her socks... She was pretty sure there was even a few down her pants, but she couldn't remember

She jingled the keys happily for the camera, her eyes blurry with intoxication. There were a few people in the crowd that seemed to look at her, wondering how old she was. She heard them whispering and Matrim's words came back to her...

...And for those who don't have it, well.... something tells me you aren't going to be carded in Vegas...

She pulled her shirt up revealing her little pink bra and chips spilling out of it, and flashed the crowd. There were more flashes as people took pictures, but HELL, Matrim was right... People stopped questioning how old she was. For good measure, she grabbed the microphone and put it to her lips.

"........................................................ I'm Canadian... eh."

The crowd laughed and cheered some more, easily accepting her answer as she hopped off stage. A man approached her quickly and handed her a picture to go with her keys. Of course, it was of her flashing everyone...

=3 NICE

She pocketed the picture and looked up to Charles. "Where were we going again?"

"... To the high stakes area..."

"I see... Let's go then." With one last smile she headed towards what she assumed was the high stakes area. Halfway there, Charles grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to go another way, towards the ACTUAL high stakes area. "Oh... I see..."

[Matrim Gallagher]

"No I'm just.... ok, so maybe a little."

The man ran up and punched Matrim in the face. Matrim's face barely turned with it as his foot pressed against the ground slightly to keep him perfectly upright. He looked up at the guy and smiled, not even his mouth had been hurt. The guys look at Matrim freakishly, the four of them trying to look at each other to figure out what happened, "The hell is this guy made of? Hey Jonesy, give me your knuckledusters!"

A pair of brass knuckles were given to the boss who put them on and once again decked Matrim. This time his head turned a bit more and his tongue played with his cheek in his mouth. It was a little tender but otherwise he wasn't even bruised, "You know... maybe it's the drinks... I think I'm drunk when I'm superman or... somethin... I think I'm wrong talkin.... talking right... talking wrong...."

"Shut the fuck UP!" The boss said raising his foot he kicked Matrim in the chest, sending the chair back and causing it to break under Matrim. Matrim struggled to get up and remain standing, "Kick this guys ass! He's faking it!"

"I'm not faking it I really am this drunk," Matrim said giggling as the first guy came at him throwing a right jab, Matrim caught his hand and pulled him into a headbutt that broke the guys nose horribly and knocked him out while Matrim was only covered by the blood the mans nose spurted out, "And apparently he can't hold his blood like I can't hold my liquor...."

"The fuck is wrong with this guy? Just fucking kill him!" The boss said as the remaining two goons pulled knives out and went after Matrim, Matrim let them get close before they went to stab him in either side, he caught both blades in his hand, stripping them from the men and throwing them down into their foots before punching them both out leaving just Matrim and the boss.

"Do you.... do you have a problem with me or something? I'm a nice guy... really!"

[Sara Gallagher]

Charles and Sara pushed through the door into the high stakes area. She looked around excitedly, bounding up to the first table they reached. Charles stepped up silently behind her just as a chip dropped out of her shirt. His hand moved down towards her ass when she suddenly dropped to pick it back up. His hand missed by miles and he let out a frustrated growl.

Sara however, jumped into a seat. "What are we playing boys?! Charlie, you in?" She looked around at the table top, trying to guess what it was. One of the men across from her took her in, looking at her strangely. "You sure you're old enough to be in here miss?" Immediately, Sara's hands went to the bottom of her shirt, but Charles stepped up behind her, holding her arms. "Oh yes, she's old enough."

Sara pouted, but was distracted once again as the dealer started the game. She threw her chips in, almost all that she could grab, in the first go and he dealt out the hands. Charles nearly choked. "Sara... What are you doing?!"

"My money, I'll use it as I please~" She didn't even bother looking at her cards as the round moved on and she tossed in more chips. The men around the table seemed to struggle with whether to continue playing or folding, but still they threw in more chips, matching her. She finally took a peek at her cards and her face fell, her gaze dropping to her lap and she passed. The next guy bet, the next guy raised the bet, until it was back to her. She met them, throwing in the last of her chips.

She glanced at all the cards on the table now and her face lit up excitedly. Each of the men folded. Sara turned over her cards revealing nothing. She would have lost had they not all folded. The men stood up sharply, cracking their knuckled. Sara raised her hands apologetically, but it was Charles who stepped in. "Please men, let's not do this... I'm sure security would hate to have to come in here..."

They back off, the men leaving the table as Sara started counting her chips. "I think I'm rich Charles!~"