Setting: The Grand Casino, Mississippi
The Player: Doc, DelNegro, a drunken whore, and my parents.
The Time: Summer, 1997
It doesn’t really matter how we got there, just that we did. Actually, we had hitched a ride with my parents to New Orleans. There was a teachers convention, and since I was technically still a schoolteacher, I had a right to go. The convention wasn’t until Friday, and we left on a Thursday for a stopover at a casino to make the trip shorter and to gamble away some cash. It took Del and I about an hour to get settled in, and by ten that evening were were already gambling. We started off light, having the serving bitches bring us two beers apiece every ten minutes or so at the slot machines, but within an hour we got tired of it and changed to two Singapore slings for Del, and two Scotch on the rocks for myself, every ten minutes, for about an hour. By Midnight we migrated to this bar they have set up in the center of the place with slot machines set under the glass. You get free drinks just for sitting there and gambling a few quarters every once in a while. I’d say we were both on our 15th drink that night when I got the tap on my shoulder. I looked up and saw this anorexic tramp who I could see was obviously pushing 50 and that she was totally fucking trailer trash. Del was ignoring the both of us right up until I handed him a roll of quarters. He asked me "Where did these come from?" I whispered to him that the drunken wench had just broke a hundred and gave us each a $10 roll of quarters because I had her under the impression that we were interested in her or some crazy shit. He put them in his pocket. This continued, I talked to her, gambled $3.00 in quarters a pull, she gave us money, and the bartender kept us in our double Singapores and Scotches for about 30 minutes. I had probably gambled around $40 of her quarters when Del got up and walked away. He came back about ten minutes later and told me that he had gambled all the money she gave him away and needed more. We got more. While she stepped away for cigarettes (I mean really, what trashy skank-assed casino whore doesn’t chain smoke?) I turned to Del. At this point I was hammered, we both were, and not even in the normal drunken way, were were completely beligerant drunk. The reality of what we were doing was the furthest thing from my mind. I suggested that we see just how much money we could get out of the filthy dishrag-whore. He liked the idea, so I told him that I was going to push the limit. Five minutes later she and I were in the $35.00 a pull slot machine area and she is feeding me $100.00 bills. When I finally told Del what I had done he decided that we needed to fucking ditch the slut before she expected us to double-fuck her (or something similar) in return for all the money we gambled. This lead to about an hour long "chase" sequence where we ended up hiding out on the bottom floor of the casino at the $0.05 cent slot machines drinking beers that we actually had to pay for. We hid out for just what we thought was long enough before returning to the main floor, but the fucking cunt was waiting for us at the top of the escalator. Christ, we thought we were looking at the devil himself. I figured at this point we had scammed her for at least a grand and had gambled every cent of it away. The sad part was that we were too fucking drunk to get away form her. So we gave in, and settled down to the $25.00 minimum blackjack table. By 7am (I assume that at this point we had consumed at least 50 drinks each, bare minimum) we were betting over $100.00 a hand and had reassumed our 2 Singapore slings and 2 scotch rocks again. It was then that my father walked up to me and informed me of the time and that we were checking out at 9. I paid him no attention and continued to win hands and stack up the chips. At 9 my mother arrived to the defensive cries of a filthy fucking whore saying "He’s with me honey, hands off!" to which my mother replied "He’s my SON doll." and then proceeded to take my rack of chips and walk off. Without funds, I grabbed Del and decided it was time to quit. We ran for the elevator, leaving the skank in our wake. We got on just in time, but when we got to the 11th floor, there she was! It was un-fucking-believable! We quickly closed the doors just as she saw us and hit the 2nd floor button. When the doors opened this time we were greeted by two police officers who had apparantly been sent after us because of the disturbance that the drunken slut had made about Del and I. Well we told the officers a lie(?) about how she was harassing us and had not left us alone all night and they agreed to detain her if they saw her and sort the mess out. Well we picked the 10th floor this time, deciding to double back and take the stairs to the room on the 11th, but I about crapped my pants when the doors opened and she was there. Quick thinking, I faked a cocaine overdose seizure and Del informed her that I was "reacating to an overdose of adrenochrome, and that she needed to go downstairs and get a doctor. Just as she was getting on the elevator someone got off, noticed us, and said "Oh my God, he is having a seizure, I’m a nurse!" and started to run over to us. We bolted, ran for the stairs, and finally made it back to to room.
All in all I guessed that we had gambled around $2500.00 to $3000.00 of her money away. With absolutely nothing to show for it. Though we were on our way to Bourbon street, for three days, andother casino, and a marathon romp through every titty bar in town.
To be continued . . . . |
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