Numbers On The Roulette Wheel


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Scene Title Numbers on the Roulette Wheel
Synopsis Two drunk women in a casino. One can sometimes see the future. Luckily Gillian isn't drunk enough to abuse this fact, so she takes Eve home, instead of risking getting thrown out.
Date February 22, 2010

The Corinthian: Casino

The Corinthian takes its name from a classical order of Greek and Roman architecture, and nowhere in the building is its influence more apparent than on the casino floor, which is supported by slender fluted columns elaborately decorated with scrolls and acanthus leaves. They match the white marble floors and compliment the pale gold colour that the ceiling and room accents have been painted while allowing for most of the attention to rest on what people come here for: the gambling.

Slot machines, roulette tables, blackjack and baccarat are all common fare, but there are also private poker rooms off the main floor with soundproof windows looking in to allow bystander observation while simultaneously providing the occupants with the quiet required for concentration. Pai gow, played with a set of Chinese dominoes, and sic bo can also be found at the Corinthian, catering to New York City's large Asian population.

Metal catwalks in the ceiling above the casino floor are patrolled by surveillance personnel and allow security to look down through one-way glass on the proceedings at the card tables or around brightly-lit clusters of chiming slot machines.

Eve had spent the rest of the evening hiding from Michael Spalding, she just didn't know what to say to him. She'd said enough this evening to him. With a light sigh, Eve walked into the casino. Hopefully nobody she knew was there. Oh how wrong you are Eve.

The seer weaves through the people in her pretty red dress, receiving quite the stares from some of the men. She stumbles a little and looks around with a wide stare. She's been drinking.. yep. They just don't stop giving you that alcohol do they?

The fun part about open bars is— no, they don't stop giving you the alcohol. Gillian probably would have been thrown out a long time ago if the knot in the back of her head wasn't tightly contained, keeping her power held back. She's not leaking energy anywhere, and it allows her to get a buzz in piece. And spend what's left of her Gala money at the Roulette wheel.

Putting chips down on numbers, corners, and edges, she sits back and waits for the ball to bounce into place, so that winnings can be past out. The ball lands, she jumps up and cheers, as the chips are pushed back over, with more added on top. Not a single number win, but she was on the edge of the winning number. Less winnings, but winnings at all mean longer at the table. And longer away from that accursed Ballroom.

Is that? Yep that's Gillian, her best friend. Eve blinks and makes her way over to the woman. "Gotta win big!" she slaps Gilly on the shoulder and then she's looking over at the other people around. "Be careful… she's gonna take all of that." Eve says with a snicker and then she's sitting down. "Comfy?" she squeaks out to Gillian.

"Are you drunk?" Gillian asks with a surprised moving forward. The slap almost made her ill, actually, but she kept it down. Her head is still spinning around. "I didn't know you were here— should have expected it. You probably knew I was here." Cause that's what her friend does. "Which number should I put money on, do you think? I'm liking 33."

"Never." Eve sticks her nose up and puts her hands on her hips. "I'm shitfaced." She corrects and breaks out into giggles. "Of course I knew you would be here silly. The singer winks and then she's peering down at the table.

"Ah nope, nope, nope, nope. Hit 23." She says and looks at Gillian with a grin, her eyes alight with excitement.

"Aaah, damnit," Gillian says, as the ball had already been dropped, and no more bets are allowed to be made at that point. And— the person at the wheel overheard, and is glancing at them funny. Gillian's not shitfaced enough to not notice that, so she passes her chips over to get exchanged when it lands on 23. "I'm going to be too tempted to cheat if we keep this up," she breathlessly rasps to her shitfaced friend, tipping the girl at the wheel with one of her chips, and taking the rest in her small handbag.

"Were you the one who sent me the invite and the money?"

"Let's blow this joint, you know I'm a old thirty now?! I can feel the grays coming now." Eve pats at her hair. "No no no noooo." She seems to be begging the gods before she looks over to Gillian. "We so could, we just need me to dream about these sort of things." She whispers dramatically to her friend."

"Money and invite?? No sir." She says, "Someone wanted you here Gilly, I bet it's because you're so damn special." Eve winks and pats Gilian's back gently. "Cute as a button!"

"Old lady," Gillian says with a laugh, as she drops her empty glass off at a counter, and begins to lead the way toward the exit. She still doesn't know who invited her here, but… maybe it doesn't matter. "Yeah, real special," she laughs out raspily, grabbing the taller woman's arm and moving away. "Need to crash with me? Neither of us are in any shape to drive, and I don't think you want a cab dropping you off at your 'secret lair'."

"Shhh! The men will hear!" Eve says with a laugh and then she's walking with Gillian. "Sure, no no if they knew where my secret lair was.. well.. I'd have to kill them!" she snickers and stumbles before steadying herself. "So yes, we shall crash at Gillian's castle! Oh I'll miss my Nanai." Eve says and then shrugs. "I gave two rats before I left." She tells Gillian and then swings a arm over Gillian's shoulder.

"You know.. we met on a cold snowy night I think. You knocked me out, the purple was so pretty." She says in a hushed tone to Gillian. "Not sure if I'd find a better friend then you." She admits to Gilly. "I love you." Eve nods sagely.

"Well, it's more Casa A La Peyton, but I'm sure she won't mind one more crasher. You'd probably like Aaron, too. He's a musician," Gillian says, keeping close to her and using each other as support. "This time I have to call a real taxi…" Unfortunately. She misses Taxi. He'd been a good friend— it's been so long since she's seen him, even…

"We've known each other over a year now," she realizes quietly, with a breathy drunk laugh. "And I love you too. As a crazy big sister, at least."

"Oh, a fellow follower of music!" Eve gets really excited about this. "I must meet him one day!" she says to Gillian and then a sad look crosses her face. "I liked him a lot." She admits and looks up towards the sky. "He'll be back." She says with confidence.

"Hehee, yes! I am the crazy big sister, except for you take such good care of me." Then she's yelling, "TAXI!" Waving her arms about, "I wish I could fly, that'd be so freaking cool."

"No. You are so not allowed to fly," Gillian says with a laugh, waving the taxi over so she can help her friend in. "I've flown before. It's cool, but so not something to be done while intoxicated. Trust me. Crashing into things sucks." Luckily she'd also had regen? Yeah, we'll leave it there.

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