The Dark Mist

The Road to Riches

                                                                                                  7

After the showers, David and Marjorie found Becca in the downstairs restaurant eating pancakes. They sat down, joined her and ordered the same.

"Got your note," said Marjorie. "You should've woke us, we would've joined you."

"Wanted to give you guys some privacy," said Becca, "besides, it's not fair you have to resort to making love in the shower."

"You heard us!" cried Marjorie clasping a hand on her mouth.

"Well, no," said Becca laughing, "just the water, but I heard you two giggling when you came to bed, so I kind of put two and two together. I think I'm starting to understand this world much better."

"Not sure if that's a good thing," said Marjorie.

Their pancakes came and David and Marjorie were able to join Becca in eating, although she was now finished her pancakes and was just sipping her coffee.

"I love this coffee," said Becca. "I didn't before, but it's grown on me."

"It's an acquired taste," said David.

Becca nodded as she continued watching everyone around her. There was a couple wearing Hawaiian shirts and shorts. As they were eating, they were scratching some card and each time they lost, they groaned and scratched another one. They'd been doing that for the last half hour. She noticed people at the machines frowning when they lost and then pulled that lever again.

"Shit," said David, "I just thought of something."

"What?" asked Marjorie.

"Becca how old are you?"

"Eighteen, why?"

"Shit," said Marjorie. "Now what do we do?"

"What's wrong?" asked Becca as she watched David stab his pancake with a fork and frown while he put the piece of pancake in his mouth.

Marjorie whispered: "The legal age to gamble here is 21. I mean you'd be okay at the slots but if you go to the tables and you start winning and they card you, check your ID, then we're in shit."

David nodded. "They let you play if you lose, but if you win, it's another shit storm and you don't have ID."

"What if I can get one?"

Marjorie's jaw dropped. "That's not legal."

David sighed. "It's too risky."

"Is there a way to search the internet without anyone seeing what you're searching for?"

David nodded, took out his phone, tapped a button then handed it to Becca. "I don't know what you're thinking but it's crazy."

"Okay you guys eat breakfast, this will look a bit crazy. They have cameras around don't they?"

David nodded. "Not really sure where they are, but yeah. Mostly in the casino area because that's where you get a lot of cheaters."

"Okay maybe I can do this here then." She nodded to their plates. "Eat." Once they started eating she rapidly moved her fingers on the keys of the phone searching as fast as she could for fake IDs and how to make them and after two minutes handed David back his phone.

"Done already?"

Marjorie looked up. "Should I even ask?"

Becca shook her head, downed the rest of her coffee. "I can promise you that everything I make will be used for good." She stood up. "Enjoy breakfast guys, I'll meet you at the tables in a couple of hours." She hugged both of them, left some money on the table then skipped out of the restaurant.