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[17 Jul 2004|03:12am] |
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Andi sauntered through the crowded casino, looking around and all the garish, lavish people and lights. She spotted a likely looking target, a slight, sandy haired man with thick glasses and money literally poking out of his pockets. Obviously, he'd hit the house hard this evening and he could surely afford to lose some of those winnings. She sidled up next to him and plugged a quarter into the slot. She smacked the button to send the reels spinning and jumped, bumping against him when she actually won forty bucks in quarters. She apologized to him profusely for knocking him off balance and spilling his drink on him. She had cleaned out his right hand jacket pocket, no problem. She collected her quarters into a cup and headed for the door with it. She looked back briefly and smiled as she watching him pat his shirt dry. She was out the door then, and into her car. A '64 Impala, royal blue exterior, black leather interior. She dumped the change into what appeared to be a laundry bag, and pulled out the cash she'd lifted off the man, thumbing through it quickly. Several hundred dollars in smaller bills. Excellent. That went into the bag as well and she started the car, roaring out of the parking lot and off into the night.
Awesome haul tonight, I won't have to leave the house for days with this. I'm in such a good mood. I just wish.. that I had someone to share it with. It's so.. lonely ..out here.
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