Re: Atlantic City (in-game thread)
Hector returns just as the game is coming back from commercials, with a white paper bag in his hand, printed with a red and yellow stripe and the McDonald's golden arches. Where he'd managed to get a case of McDonald's takeout bags, Lucy had no idea, but he seemed to find it endlessly hilarious to distribute street drugs in them. "The McFlurry machine is down," he says in English as he hands off the bag to Lucy, who responds in kind by handing back four hundred dollars, constituting most of the cash she had left on hand. Today is going to have to be an earning day.
She glances into the bag, lingering while he counts the twenty fresh green twenty-dollar bills. Then he nods, slipping the money into the pocket of his jeans. "Esta bueno." Another grinning pervy leer. "You sure you don't want to stay around a while, watch the game with me? I'm a real good time, manguita."
"Coño, Hector, you need to get a girlfriend."
"The fuck would I do with another girlfriend?" he grinned.
"Whatever fucked-up shit you're thinking of doing with me, I suppose," she shakes her head with an amused eyeroll, as she turns to head back for the stairs. "Adiós, Hector," as she starts down.
"Adiós, Cubanita," he calls after her, flinging himself back down on his couch.
Errand complete, she heads for the bus back to the Tropicana. Only a hundred and twenty dollars left on her, that's not even going to cover her room for the night. She's going to have to spend the night at the tables. The plan for the immediate future: spend not more than twenty of her remaining dollars on dinner, then once she's back at the casino, trade a hundred in for chips, make for the hold'em tables, and start grinding her way back into a stash again.