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breath. It landed on 19 red. There were a few chips on 19 red and the dealer paid out a man and his girl with more chips.
    "Do you know how to play this?"
    “Yes, Peach, but I am not much of a gambler. Do you want to play?"
    "Can I? Will you show me how?"
    “It’s easy, just put your chips on your lucky numbers. If the ball stops on your number, you win.”
    He pulled some cash out of his pocket and handed it to the dealer. There were six people at the table and all eyes were on Marti. She placed her chips on 19, 27, 36 and slid one more chip onto 7.
    The dealer yelled "No more bets!" and spun the wheel. Everyone was whispering their numbers. The ball came to a stop. There was total silence around the roulette table.
    "18 red!"
    "Dammit! Come on Nick, I'm no good at this!" giggling, she pulled him over to the slot machines again.
    A waitress in a sparkly blue leotard and fuck me heels walked over to them "Can I get y’all anything?"
    "Sure, I’ll have a scotch, straight up and a cosmopolitan for my lady." He smiled, threw a twenty on the tray and winked at Marti.
    “Ooh, we get fancy drinks here, too?” She asked, a bit surprised that he addressed her as ‘my lady’.
    Sliding his hand around her waist, he gazed into her bright green eyes. What he felt when he was with Marti was something he had lost a long time ago. He never thought it would ever come back. His heart pounded. He knew was almost twenty years her senior but she had so much life in her. “Anything you want, Preciosa . Tonight is your night.” He bent down and lightly kissed her lips. “We can do anything you want.”
    Marti shivered. “Ahhh….you are the preh-see-oh-sah, Mr. Nick Vargas.” Her Spanish was lacking but at least she tried.
    The waitress returned with their drinks and Marti sipped her cosmopolitan while Nick gulped his down. “Peach, I know you want to play these hungry machines, but my stomach is telling me otherwise. Let’s go find a nice dark corner booth in a quiet restaurant and eat something.”
    She giggled, placing her hand over her mouth, batting her eyes teasingly, with her thick southern accent, “Oh silly me! You want me in a dark corner? With you? Oh, Lord! Pray tell…what am I ever going to do with you?” Laughing out loud, Marti finished her drink and they walked out of the casino, onto the Las Vegas Strip.
    Marti shivered, “It’s a little chilly out here.”
    ”Do you want to walk or shall I call the car?”
    “Oh, honey, let’s walk. Cold ain’t never bothered me before.”
    The Strip was packed with people from all over the world. Marti smiled at passers-by and some smiled back, some didn’t. She thought it was a bit rude with her background. In Georgia, everyone smiled as they passed, or at least a nod. “Is everyone rude here? Some of these people don’t even smile.”
    “Different cultures.”
    “You’re a different culture and you’re not rude.”
    He smiled, slipping his arm around her waist, “Yes, Peach, I am a different culture, but I could never be rude to you, Mad Dog!!” he laughed, remembering her face when they met just a few days ago at the café.
    She smacked his arm, a girly smirk on her face. “Hey now! I was having a bad day!”
    “Who’s to say all these people aren’t having a bad day?”
    “They’re in Vegas! Who could have a bad day in Vegas?”
     
    *****

Chapter 13
     
    Walking into the restaurant, Marti gasped “Oh my God, are we eating here?”
    Nick wrapped his arm around her and nodded. “Yes, Princesa , you’re hungry, aren’t you?”
    “Uhm, yeah!” Squealing like a little girl, she couldn’t contain her excitement. This place is incredible .
    The hostess smiled at Nick. “Hello Mr. Vargas, Your usual table tonight?” He pulled a bill out of his pocket, smiled and handed it to her. “Please.”
    “You have a usual table here?” Marti was flabbergasted. These people knew him and treated him like royalty.
    “I eat here every now and then,” He