Bond nothing Rains Reigns!

Well, we're still at it, for as long as it lasts. I just wish we didn't have to split up in the casinos, though I do understand why. I'm still lucky with the slots but I've made it a point to not go anywhere near the bar, when we're in a casino. It took me a while to pull up any details, but that's how that guy got me.

See, I had gotten thirsty, so I went to the bar just buy a Coke; no Coke and Jack, no Coke and vodka, just nice fizzy sugary caffeinated Coke, or maybe an energy drink. That's when some guy... I don't recall what he looked like, just nondescript, handed me a Coke while I was trying to get the bartender to notice me. At least they guy had said it was Coke. After that, I still don't remember anything, not even the details Claude knew about.

Now, I carry my own bottled water on me in my purse, and I've taken to dressing Goth. It's amazing how well folks get out of my way and let me be! As for Claude, I thought he looked good before but he really cleans up nice. See?:

And Peter had once complained that he didn't wash! I swear, now Claude could out-Bond 007! I occasionally glance around to see what Claude is doing. He never seems to stay at one table very long. Whatever he's doing, Claude is quick and good and has the chips to prove it!

Thank goodness there are no Elvi here! I don't think I could stand them, again. (Though, for Claude, I'd face a whole army of them bad singing and all!)