Bloody White Russians

Tarot and I have been living the posh life for the last few months now. I needed to get the bloody hell out of NYC before the bomb went off, so we ended up finding a really posh hotel/casino in Atlantic City. I had quite a bit of cash with us. I knew the Company would never look for me in posh hotel. I made an effort to clean myself up so I wouldn't look like a bum. Not that there is anything wrong with it, though I do declare I make a rather remarkable landed gentleman.

Our first night there, she and I decided to check out the casino floor. There was wall to wall fruit machines. Toward the back of the place, I found a lounge bar.

"Are you ready to try the fruit..I mean slot machines?" I asked Tarot

"Na, I am not a gambling type" She replied

"Have you ever gambled before?" I asked her

It took her a few seconds to say "No".

"Then how do you know if you like it?" I shot back

"Well, I don't know. I know people get addicted to it." she said

"People get addicted to cough syrup. The key is to know your limits and make sure you play the penny machines. Also, don't drink anything they try to give you. They want to you to get too drunk and blow more money. Trust me, drunk plus roulette equals disaster. I know all to well." I led her to the penny slots.

"Alright then, lets go and play," I said. I handed her a penny. "Here. Now, put it in the machine."

"I am not blind!" she said while she inserted the coin in its slot. I could see her eyes widen with excitement. They grew even bigger when she found out she won $25.00.

"OK, I was wrong," she admitted to me.

"I knew I was right. Here is four roll of pennies. Knock yourself out."

"What about you? Are you going to play?" she asked.

I just said, "Na...I got bigger things in mind at the lounge bar. Just have fun and win some money."

"Your loss," she said as she started to play again.

I walked up to the counter and sat down. I got me a pint of beer and sat back to enjoy the moment. After thirty minutes, I went to see how Tarot was doing on the machines. She was not at her machine. I began to walk each row looking for her. I still could not find her. Then all of a sudden, I heard her voice. I could not make out what she was saying. I walked closer to the voice.

I found her at the roulette table drinking a White Russian.
"What the bloody hell you are doing" I asked
She looked up and said "Having fun. I won $200 at roulette plus the $100 at the slots and a gentleman bought me a few nice drinks."

"Blimey, we better leave before we either lose all the money or get kicked out." I told her.

I was able to cash us out for the night. I had to help her on the lift. Our room was easy to find. Once we got in, she went straight to the bed and passed out. If tonight was any indication of our luck, we might be hitting the jackpot.