Big Winners
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birthright_rpgShe had never seen lights that bright before. From the moment Holly’s plane had landed -- after several tedious layovers -- her eyes hadn’t known where to focus. And perhaps that was the point. Las Vegas was like a drug. It took you in, cradled you in light and sound so overwhelming, you’d consider it a privilege to let it drain your wallet dry.
It hadn’t taken long for her to find someone with a certain bag of tricks. A knowing smile, mutual recognition, the exchange of a few newly acquired American dollars, and it was hers. And maybe she’d find someone to share it with, because if you did it with someone else, it didn’t feel like a Problem with a capital P. It was just fun.
So Holly, a little out of her depth, descended in a gilded elevator to the hotel’s very own onsite casino. It was quite convenient, really. She was dressed in a black leather jacket, bandage dress, combat boots. She wandered over toward a row of slot machines, drinking in the surroundings.
His name was Victor Kostichek, and this was his first time in a casino. He was freshly enrolled in college, having been accepted into the pre-law program at UNLV, and he and some friends had decided to celebrate by scoring some coke and hitting the Strip. A Nevada native, Victor had seen the outsides of the places, but never the insides. This should shape up to be a pretty decent night, since they’d already visited one of the titty bars and had a few drinks.
He was currently exchanging his chips for cash, since he’d won a few hundred dollars at the blackjack table, and he tucked the bills into the pocket of his well-cut suit as he headed away from the counter. He was mid-step when he passed the bank of slot machines, and then he did a quick about-face and started in the other direction.
He’d better try and snag her attention before one of his pals caught sight of her. Victor adjusted his coat on his thick-set frame, checked his breath. He needed a mint before she smelled the bourbon. “The slots are a waste of time,” he said, as if he was the voice of experience. “If you want to win big, you should stick to cards.”
She turned toward the man talking to her, a slow smile spreading across her lips. She looked at the slot machine next to her, as if examining it for hidden clues. “I’ve never even seen one of these in person before. You get three cherries and you win, something like that, right?” Holly tucked a piece of dark brown hair behind her ear.
The British girl took in his appearance, from his suit, to his hands, to his hair. Normally not the type she’d go for, but she was bored, in a new country, and tired of the same old routine. “Are you a big winner?”
“I won a few dollars,” Victor said, recognizing the once-over and preening a little in response to it. “I’m celebrating my last few days of freedom before I go off to college.” God, he hoped she wasn’t with her parents. He looked over her shoulder, didn’t see anything like a guardian bearing down on them. Don’t stare at her breasts.
“Want me to buy you a drink? They have pretty good service around here, even if they do expect good tipping in return.”
She put a hand on his shoulder, already making toward the bar. “I’ll have a scotch and water,” Holly said crisply. She wasn’t broke, but this trip had already taken a nice little chunk out of what her father had left her. Still, it would be worth it, if she got in contact with whom she had come to find.
“My name’s Holly. What’s yours?” The brunette withdrew her hand by letting it run over the smooth fabric of his jacket.
“I’m Victor,” he answered, flagging down a passing waitress and ordering another bourbon for himself and a scotch and water for Holly. She had to be older than he was, but not by much. Enough that his friends would shit themselves with envy, though. He was very mindful of things like his reputation with the ladies, and if he could score tonight it would only be to the good
“I haven’t interrupted anything, have I”” he asked with a deliberately significant look. “Date night could get awkward if someone thinks I’m poaching.”
She laughed lightly, watching as bells started going off a few feet from them. It looked like someone had won something good, because they were doing a little happy dance by one of the slots, and coins were spilling out. “So your name’s Victor, and you came to a casino to win? That’s fun.”
The waitress came back with their drinks, and she took a long sip of hers. “Listen, do you want to come up to my suite? I have some party favors, and I’d rather not enjoy them in public. You know?”
Holly wondered briefly why she was being so reckless, but it was a passing concern, and not one she deemed worth dwelling on.
Well, that was direct, but he couldn’t say he minded. Tonight was about fun, and he was in for a lot of drudgery once school started. Better enjoy his freedom while it lasted. Victor drank a healthy portion of his drink, scratched at a spot on the back of his neck with his other hand.
“Me and some buddies were going to try and get some coke, but the guy never showed,” he said, lowering his voice. “If you’ve got...party favors...and don’t mind sharing, I can ditch them for a couple of hours. They got wrapped up with some strippers and brought one of them along. I don’t even know where they are right now. They won’t miss me.”
Her mouth quirked a little. “Charming,” she said dryly. “But yes, I do have some. And I was looking for someone to share with. I was going to find a club, but this is just as good.” Holly had a bossy streak in her, and as such, she grabbed his hand and led him toward the elevator bank.
“It’s one of the less expensive suites,” she explained, “but it serves its purpose. You should see some of the inns in London. They still think it’s 1910.” She pressed the call button with the glass still in her hand.
“Personally, I think you got the better deal than your friends. But I’m biased.”
“I like your accent,” Victor said inanely, smoothed his hair into place with the hand not holding his drink. He’d actually never tried drugs before, just a little pot in high school, but he’d wanted something different tonight. Was he being reckless? Maybe, especially since he was considering going somewhere with a strange woman, but he’d drunk enough that he wasn’t thinking ahead very much.
“I’m guessing you’re not in school if you’re not from around here. Is this your first time in the States?”
“Cheers. I’m here to find someone who knew my dad. It’s...kind of a personal mission, I suppose. And maybe an excuse to distract myself from the fact I have absolutely no idea what to do with my life.” Holly took a deep breath. It had been awhile since she had talked so much.
Once they were in the elevator, she chose to end that streak by pushing him against one mirrored wall and kissing him. His mouth tasted, predictably, like alcohol. The ice cubes in her own drink were still clinking together.
He kissed her back, his brain shutting down a little more at the sensation of a female form pressing against him. He had rubbers in his wallet, he’d put them there before he’d left the house that night. He didn’t even know Holly’s last name. He didn’t care.
He shifted his weight, put his empty hand on her ass. This was nothing like the girls at his school. She was right, this was much better than some skanky strippers.
Once the elevator doors swooshed open, she pulled away from him to retrieve her keycard. “Have you ever done this before?,” Holly asked him knowingly, leading him to her room. Empty room service trays sat outside some doors, and a housekeeper could be spotted in the distance down the hall, folding towels onto a cart.
“‘Cause if you haven’t, I’d feel a bit bad about corrupting America’s youth.” The brunette slid the card into the slot, green light, excellent odds on this game. The scotch had already gone to her head, along with the miniature bottles she had enjoyed in her room earlier that evening.
Victor made some noise that was vaguely like a laugh, and he finished off his drink and put the glass down on one of the room service carts. “My cherry’s already been popped,” he said, watching the little green light appear and then disappear as she opened the door. His suit jacket was stifling. When they were beyond the threshold, he unbuttoned it and took it off to drop it on a convenient chair. This was a swank place. When he got rich, he was going to make it a point to frequent places like this.
He sidled up behind Holly, dropped an open-mouthed kiss on her shoulder. His big hands made an attempt to span her waist. “So you want to party?”
She unzipped a pocket on her jacket, taking out a little plastic baggie before shrugging the garment off and dropping it over his. Holly set the bag on the sleek polished wood of the desk that ran the length of the room. “Always,” she said, her smile hinting at some unknown irony.
NPC Victor written by Stargazer
It hadn’t taken long for her to find someone with a certain bag of tricks. A knowing smile, mutual recognition, the exchange of a few newly acquired American dollars, and it was hers. And maybe she’d find someone to share it with, because if you did it with someone else, it didn’t feel like a Problem with a capital P. It was just fun.
So Holly, a little out of her depth, descended in a gilded elevator to the hotel’s very own onsite casino. It was quite convenient, really. She was dressed in a black leather jacket, bandage dress, combat boots. She wandered over toward a row of slot machines, drinking in the surroundings.
His name was Victor Kostichek, and this was his first time in a casino. He was freshly enrolled in college, having been accepted into the pre-law program at UNLV, and he and some friends had decided to celebrate by scoring some coke and hitting the Strip. A Nevada native, Victor had seen the outsides of the places, but never the insides. This should shape up to be a pretty decent night, since they’d already visited one of the titty bars and had a few drinks.
He was currently exchanging his chips for cash, since he’d won a few hundred dollars at the blackjack table, and he tucked the bills into the pocket of his well-cut suit as he headed away from the counter. He was mid-step when he passed the bank of slot machines, and then he did a quick about-face and started in the other direction.
He’d better try and snag her attention before one of his pals caught sight of her. Victor adjusted his coat on his thick-set frame, checked his breath. He needed a mint before she smelled the bourbon. “The slots are a waste of time,” he said, as if he was the voice of experience. “If you want to win big, you should stick to cards.”
She turned toward the man talking to her, a slow smile spreading across her lips. She looked at the slot machine next to her, as if examining it for hidden clues. “I’ve never even seen one of these in person before. You get three cherries and you win, something like that, right?” Holly tucked a piece of dark brown hair behind her ear.
The British girl took in his appearance, from his suit, to his hands, to his hair. Normally not the type she’d go for, but she was bored, in a new country, and tired of the same old routine. “Are you a big winner?”
“I won a few dollars,” Victor said, recognizing the once-over and preening a little in response to it. “I’m celebrating my last few days of freedom before I go off to college.” God, he hoped she wasn’t with her parents. He looked over her shoulder, didn’t see anything like a guardian bearing down on them. Don’t stare at her breasts.
“Want me to buy you a drink? They have pretty good service around here, even if they do expect good tipping in return.”
She put a hand on his shoulder, already making toward the bar. “I’ll have a scotch and water,” Holly said crisply. She wasn’t broke, but this trip had already taken a nice little chunk out of what her father had left her. Still, it would be worth it, if she got in contact with whom she had come to find.
“My name’s Holly. What’s yours?” The brunette withdrew her hand by letting it run over the smooth fabric of his jacket.
“I’m Victor,” he answered, flagging down a passing waitress and ordering another bourbon for himself and a scotch and water for Holly. She had to be older than he was, but not by much. Enough that his friends would shit themselves with envy, though. He was very mindful of things like his reputation with the ladies, and if he could score tonight it would only be to the good
“I haven’t interrupted anything, have I”” he asked with a deliberately significant look. “Date night could get awkward if someone thinks I’m poaching.”
She laughed lightly, watching as bells started going off a few feet from them. It looked like someone had won something good, because they were doing a little happy dance by one of the slots, and coins were spilling out. “So your name’s Victor, and you came to a casino to win? That’s fun.”
The waitress came back with their drinks, and she took a long sip of hers. “Listen, do you want to come up to my suite? I have some party favors, and I’d rather not enjoy them in public. You know?”
Holly wondered briefly why she was being so reckless, but it was a passing concern, and not one she deemed worth dwelling on.
Well, that was direct, but he couldn’t say he minded. Tonight was about fun, and he was in for a lot of drudgery once school started. Better enjoy his freedom while it lasted. Victor drank a healthy portion of his drink, scratched at a spot on the back of his neck with his other hand.
“Me and some buddies were going to try and get some coke, but the guy never showed,” he said, lowering his voice. “If you’ve got...party favors...and don’t mind sharing, I can ditch them for a couple of hours. They got wrapped up with some strippers and brought one of them along. I don’t even know where they are right now. They won’t miss me.”
Her mouth quirked a little. “Charming,” she said dryly. “But yes, I do have some. And I was looking for someone to share with. I was going to find a club, but this is just as good.” Holly had a bossy streak in her, and as such, she grabbed his hand and led him toward the elevator bank.
“It’s one of the less expensive suites,” she explained, “but it serves its purpose. You should see some of the inns in London. They still think it’s 1910.” She pressed the call button with the glass still in her hand.
“Personally, I think you got the better deal than your friends. But I’m biased.”
“I like your accent,” Victor said inanely, smoothed his hair into place with the hand not holding his drink. He’d actually never tried drugs before, just a little pot in high school, but he’d wanted something different tonight. Was he being reckless? Maybe, especially since he was considering going somewhere with a strange woman, but he’d drunk enough that he wasn’t thinking ahead very much.
“I’m guessing you’re not in school if you’re not from around here. Is this your first time in the States?”
“Cheers. I’m here to find someone who knew my dad. It’s...kind of a personal mission, I suppose. And maybe an excuse to distract myself from the fact I have absolutely no idea what to do with my life.” Holly took a deep breath. It had been awhile since she had talked so much.
Once they were in the elevator, she chose to end that streak by pushing him against one mirrored wall and kissing him. His mouth tasted, predictably, like alcohol. The ice cubes in her own drink were still clinking together.
He kissed her back, his brain shutting down a little more at the sensation of a female form pressing against him. He had rubbers in his wallet, he’d put them there before he’d left the house that night. He didn’t even know Holly’s last name. He didn’t care.
He shifted his weight, put his empty hand on her ass. This was nothing like the girls at his school. She was right, this was much better than some skanky strippers.
Once the elevator doors swooshed open, she pulled away from him to retrieve her keycard. “Have you ever done this before?,” Holly asked him knowingly, leading him to her room. Empty room service trays sat outside some doors, and a housekeeper could be spotted in the distance down the hall, folding towels onto a cart.
“‘Cause if you haven’t, I’d feel a bit bad about corrupting America’s youth.” The brunette slid the card into the slot, green light, excellent odds on this game. The scotch had already gone to her head, along with the miniature bottles she had enjoyed in her room earlier that evening.
Victor made some noise that was vaguely like a laugh, and he finished off his drink and put the glass down on one of the room service carts. “My cherry’s already been popped,” he said, watching the little green light appear and then disappear as she opened the door. His suit jacket was stifling. When they were beyond the threshold, he unbuttoned it and took it off to drop it on a convenient chair. This was a swank place. When he got rich, he was going to make it a point to frequent places like this.
He sidled up behind Holly, dropped an open-mouthed kiss on her shoulder. His big hands made an attempt to span her waist. “So you want to party?”
She unzipped a pocket on her jacket, taking out a little plastic baggie before shrugging the garment off and dropping it over his. Holly set the bag on the sleek polished wood of the desk that ran the length of the room. “Always,” she said, her smile hinting at some unknown irony.
NPC Victor written by Stargazer