Post by Grandpa George on Dec 3, 2017 11:25:14 GMT -8
The night had been a fantastic one so far. George found both of the pieces he was looking for in less than an hour and had plenty of time to just drive around taking in the sights and smells of the evening before stopping by Chinatown for dinner. Even restaurant road was over flowing with choices so that getting his fill had been a relaxing dining experience. It seemed that the spirits of Vegas were in a good mood for now, might as well see what else the night had in store.
Forty-five minutes later he pulled the Volvo into a parking place outside the Excalibur. As always there was a tangible electricity in the parking lot, the smell of endorphins in the air, everyone so sure they were about to hit it big, booze and drugs flowing like the fountains outside the Bellagio. He made his way into the modern day castle, admiring the spires and fortifications to fend of imaginary invaders, the portcullis that “guarded” the entrance to the main casino floor.
It didn't take long for George to make his way to the nearest cashiers cage, he was no tourist after all, and this was defiantly not his first trip here. He smiled as greeted the lady on the other side of the counter. “Good evening Sharron, how are the kids doing? Still trying to con you into that puppy for Christmas?” As he said this he had placed two twenty dollar bills in the tray in front of her.
“Oh yeah, Bobby junior has even made a case for the health benefits of having one.” She said with sly grin. “You just want your usual stack of nickles dear?”
“Yes please, and thank you.”
He took the small stack of five dollar chips made his way towards the center of the floor. He never bet more than a single chip at a time, and normally he bet on the “50 / 50” bets. Red or black, pass or don't pass. The goal here was never to win or even break even. He was just taking in the atmosphere, making small talk with the dealers and waitstaff. He knew the small stack of chips would run out eventually, he was just enjoying the conversations and interactions waiting to see who would turn up, if anyone. Worse case scenario, he would lose his forty dollars that he had already written off as an entertainment expense and pick up one of those medieval “jeweled” chalices for Freya. She liked to use them to dunk her morning doughnuts in.
Forty-five minutes later he pulled the Volvo into a parking place outside the Excalibur. As always there was a tangible electricity in the parking lot, the smell of endorphins in the air, everyone so sure they were about to hit it big, booze and drugs flowing like the fountains outside the Bellagio. He made his way into the modern day castle, admiring the spires and fortifications to fend of imaginary invaders, the portcullis that “guarded” the entrance to the main casino floor.
It didn't take long for George to make his way to the nearest cashiers cage, he was no tourist after all, and this was defiantly not his first trip here. He smiled as greeted the lady on the other side of the counter. “Good evening Sharron, how are the kids doing? Still trying to con you into that puppy for Christmas?” As he said this he had placed two twenty dollar bills in the tray in front of her.
“Oh yeah, Bobby junior has even made a case for the health benefits of having one.” She said with sly grin. “You just want your usual stack of nickles dear?”
“Yes please, and thank you.”
He took the small stack of five dollar chips made his way towards the center of the floor. He never bet more than a single chip at a time, and normally he bet on the “50 / 50” bets. Red or black, pass or don't pass. The goal here was never to win or even break even. He was just taking in the atmosphere, making small talk with the dealers and waitstaff. He knew the small stack of chips would run out eventually, he was just enjoying the conversations and interactions waiting to see who would turn up, if anyone. Worse case scenario, he would lose his forty dollars that he had already written off as an entertainment expense and pick up one of those medieval “jeweled” chalices for Freya. She liked to use them to dunk her morning doughnuts in.