BlackJack

Casino Lover

I thought my luck was better than what it was. The average 9-5 wasn't what I considered a lucky job. I had imagined a life full of money and hot women. Not boring office cubes with computer screens brighter than anyone's future in the room. The typing of keys and sounds of coffee and people yelling was unpleasant to say the least. I still had mounds of paperwork to fill out before I could go home. It was already long past 4pm and I wasn't even halfway done. My boss was going to kill me.

They don't pay me enough for this though. Or maybe I just have an addiction to gambling. I don't think I have one. It's just a late night hobby that I par-take in. I always win something at the end of the day, so it shouldn't matter very much.

Turning to my best-friend. My clock showed a bright 4:56pm in red. I grabbed my bag and was ready to be done. I wanted to go home and then go out. I had better things to do. Meeting women, winning money and being a normal 21 year old man. Everything else in life was just something I had to do. Everyone else started packing as the intercom came on and released me from this prison. I took my leave quicker than I arrived. Walking down the bland, pasty white hallways I let my thoughts wander to all the money I could win at the casino tonight. I made my way out the automatic turning doors out into the slightly chilly air of the night.

I didn't have a car and I didn't have the money to take a city bus so walking was my only option. I didn't live very far though. I started walking towards the direction of my apartment and I watched as people around my hurried home, cars honked at those who weren't paying attention.

I watched as a man in a velvet suit walked past me with some men following behind him wearing similar suits of different color variants. We made eye contact but I quickly averted my gaze. I looked at his hand though and I caught a glimpse of a diamond. Someone has money. I wish I had that kind of life. Life sucks, doesn't it?

I kept walking and soon made it to my less than ideal and probably livable apartment. I walked through the door and made my way to the elevator. I waited for it to open. Some people came out of it. I walked in and pressed the 5th floor button. I watched the doors shut and the elevator started going up. I waited for the door to open and made my way down to my apartment. I grabbed my keys and shoved them into the lock.

The door to my apartment opened with a creak and I shut the door harder than I should've for how old it was. I took in the small 800 square foot apartment. Nothing special. Not where or how I planned on living. I didn't even have anyone to come home to. Who wants to date an average man? I wouldn't. I threw my bag on the couch, leaving it for later. That was a problem for another time.

I opened the draw to my dresser and pulled at an old, worn out white button-up. I already had jeans so I didn't care to change them. Slipping off the uncomfortable uniform shirt of my company I slid on the itchy, old fabric of the button-up. I need a new shirt for this... Problem for another time.

I was going out to my all time favorite place. The casino. Not just any casino. Heart's casino. The biggest and most popular one in vegas. I grabbed my wallet, phone and keys and was out the door. I wanted to beat everyone else there so I didn't have to wait to get a seat at a table. The walk was short but felt like a million years. Always did anyways. I set my eyes on the familiar bright neon red sign of the casino. Time to win some money. I got 200$ worth of chips and went to an open Blackjack table and sat down. There was a man across from me in a dark red velvet suit with black accents. He had a mound of chips. I gawked at them. Someone has money.

"Ooh, we have a new boy tonight." the man next to me who looked to be about 50 purred. Disgusting. I sat down and placed my chips on the table. The man across from me looked me up and down and rolled his eyes. Asshole.

"40." I threw the chips onto the table and watched the dealer count them before doing the same for the man next to me. 50. We got to the man across from me and I watched him grab a pile of chips.