"Thank god my shoes aint got holes in em! hahaha!" the Gambler to Art's right coughed; a mixture of regret and smoke clouded by a laugh.
The Dealer handled his scythe like a killer and pulled in the man's chips. That sound of wood on felt somehow beating out the slots, the cheers, and the brass from the lounge. Dealer wore a red vest with a white top hat on the breast, and a collared shirt that was probably white at one point, but was now a veteran cream. The man was so used to the smoke he'd probably choke if he left the building, but he was a lifer and he wore that on his sleeve.
Art's hand sank into his pocket hoping to feel at least one cold chip rattling around- all he felt was his last sliver of paper folding over at each knock, four sweaty knuckles. Theres a difference between cash and chips- at least that was they'd tell ya.
Before his dice hand had left his pocket Art stumbled into the marble counter of the cashier.
"Uh, here, give me a five, and five one dollar chips." Art said slapping a ten on the cold counter.
He took the weight of his feet and dropped his elbows on the counter, starring at the clerk with his eyes and running out the door in his mind. Running back to a girl. Running back to July with 2 pockets full of green and white chips. "The Dapper Gentleman Casino" starring up at him, and making promises.
The Dealer handled his scythe like a killer and pulled in the man's chips. That sound of wood on felt somehow beating out the slots, the cheers, and the brass from the lounge. Dealer wore a red vest with a white top hat on the breast, and a collared shirt that was probably white at one point, but was now a veteran cream. The man was so used to the smoke he'd probably choke if he left the building, but he was a lifer and he wore that on his sleeve.
Art's hand sank into his pocket hoping to feel at least one cold chip rattling around- all he felt was his last sliver of paper folding over at each knock, four sweaty knuckles. Theres a difference between cash and chips- at least that was they'd tell ya.
Before his dice hand had left his pocket Art stumbled into the marble counter of the cashier.
"Uh, here, give me a five, and five one dollar chips." Art said slapping a ten on the cold counter.
He took the weight of his feet and dropped his elbows on the counter, starring at the clerk with his eyes and running out the door in his mind. Running back to a girl. Running back to July with 2 pockets full of green and white chips. "The Dapper Gentleman Casino" starring up at him, and making promises.
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