Elan
I finally make it out of the elevator and I made my way to the casino. Before I can make inside, I was stopped by a greasy-looking Hispanic security guard. “ID please” he said while looking me up and down lustfully. Ewww gross! I roll my eyes, go into my clutch and pull out my license. “Here” I said placing it in his hand. He retrieved it, licking his lips while looking me up and down again before checking my ID. “Elan Carissa McHughes. Born December 11, 1994, which makes you 22 years old! Okay, you’re cleared. Have a great time mami, don’t hurt nobody.” he said while standing back and handing me back my ID. “uhh thank you sir.” I replied with a smart tone hinting that he was being extremely unprofessional. He chuckled and placed his hands behind his back, eye raping the hell out of me as I walked away. What the hell! I walk into the casino and stopped to check it out.. The casino was flashy but at the same time, conservative. Not bad for an overrated casino. As I continued my way further into the casino I started coughing viciously from cigar smoke this old has-been blew directly in my face, “My bad sweet thang I didn’t mean to do that. Let my buy you a drank.” he said flashing his crusty gold grills with the words ‘Big daddy’ engraved in them. Elan get the hell away from him I thought to myself. “Uhh no thank you” I said while continuing to walk away. Where the hell is Heather. I hope she didn’t ditch me for some guy already. “lani! lani, over here!” Heather screams, waving like a wild woman. “There you are, I was looking for you. What’d I miss?” She pulled me close and started whispering, “You see the guy behind me he’s the son of Ivan Asksakov and the nephew of Christoff Karzhov, THE TWO RICHEST MEN IN RUSSIA!” she said fangirling. I looked at her like she was crazy. “and you’re acting like he just asked you to marry him. It’s a casino, an upscale one at that. You’re bound to run into rich people.” I said with a somewhat annoyed tone. “Elan, you don’t understand. I have a feeling that I haven’t felt since back when I first fell in love with Brad!” she said in a schoolgirl trance. Okay this girl has lost her damn marbles. She’s known for what, two minutes and she’s already talking about him being the one smh. “Well introduce me to this Mr. Wonderful.” I said trying to sound interested when I really wasn’t. You see Heather has the tendency to fall head first into situations and I’m always there to save her ditsy ass. “Nichola Aksakov, this is my best friend, sister and next door neighbor Elan McHughes. Elan, this is Nichola Aksakov.” she cheerfully announced while inching me closer to him. I turned to him and we shook hands. “Nice to meet you. Are all the girls in America as beautiful as you two?” he said while flashing his innocent smile. Okay, he was cute, really cute and his accent was too adorable. Heather just may have picked a good one. “Well, well, well! you have a way with words Mr. Aksakov. Are all the men in Russia as well-mannered as you?” I replied. “Some are my dear. If it’s okay, may I buy you two ladies a drink?” he asked. “YES! two Strawberry daiquiris please.” Heather interjected before I could reply for myself. She just knew I wouldn’t turn down a strawberry daiquiri. Once we were handed our drinks, we briefly chatted until I looked over and saw people surrounding a table nearby. I zoned in closer and seen that is was a blackjack table. Two older white men were seated looking stressed while the third person- a black guy looked as though he wasn’t worried about a thing. He must be winning. “Hey Heath’ I’m going over to the blackjack table. Whatever you do, don’t come off easy like I know you’re about to do. If he really likes you, he’ll make an effort to get to know you more okay?”. “Got it! knock ‘em dead on the table because I know you will.” she replied We hugged each other and I was off. Let’s see what I’m working with.
Diggy
Yessir!! your boy over here handing out spankings to these two old heads. They was over there sweating bullets, while I just chilling. But deep down I was excited as fuck. I know I have money and all, but the thrill of beating these two was addicting. I guess it’s just the Aries in me. In the next five minutes, Ima have to leave and meet back up with my blades. I looked back over to the people surrounding the table and back at my chips, I was more than anxious to win this last game. You’d think these two would just give up, but they didn’t, which gave me an even bigger thrill than just winning. “Would you like a container for you chips, sir?” the dealer asked. “Yes, please.” I replied putting back on my jacket. Then all over a sudden a girl pulls and the chair and sits next to me. “Can I have 5,000 dollars in chips please?” she asks the dealer, while sipping on her strawberry daiquiri. “Certainly, miss” the dealer replies and hands her two stacks of chips. I took a second to check her out: she was an almond-colored girl with long black hair. Her red lips gave her a sophisticated look. Her perky breasts were sitting up in her black strapless top- she must be a C cup. Her white skirt was hugging her medium-thick thighs. Finally, her black pumps on her feet swung back and forth on the chair, they must be by Yves Saint Laurent. Damn, she looked sexy as hell. I was brought out of my thoughts when the dealer caught my attention. “Will you be leaving folding out sir?” she asked. “He must be afraid the pretty girl will beat him!” a man shouted. The girl turned around and smiled. Then gave me a brief look, then back down to stir her drink. “I’ll be continuing, if that’s okay with the lady.” I said trying to make small talk. She shrugged her shoulders and continued to sip her drink seeming unfazed. “As a matter of fact, I’ll fold. I want to watch this.” one of the old white men said. “Me too, I want to watch this!” the other one agreed. “Looks like it’s just you two then” the dealer said. “Guess so.” I replied looking back at the girl. She, once again shrugged her shoulders, unfazed at all. “Let’s do this!” I exclaimed.
*an hour later*
This girl single-handedly beat me just about out of my socks in Blackjack. I kept looking at her and she still seemed unfazed sipping on her second drink, twirling her hair. Damn I can’t go out like this, the crowd got bigger so I had to do something. “So are you from around here?” I said trying to spark up a conversation, in hopes of getting her to lose her focus. She nodded her head no and continued to sip on her drink. “Is this your first time in Atlantic City?” Once again, she nodded her head no and played with her hair. “What? you not the talking type?” I asked a little annoyed at her non-verbal communication. “Not while I’m playing the game.” she simply said, not making eye-contact. So I thought I would get her attention by betting the remaining chips I had into this last game. It was well past 1, and I’m sure Spin and Rog weren’t worried about meeting back up. I just knew I had to beat her, just this one time. Once she saw that I bet all my money, she looked up at me for a brief moment and smiled sneakily and looked back down at her drink. “Why the face?” I asked. She nodded her head, unfazed again. “What will be sir? Hit, Stand, Double-Down or Surrender.” I had an ace of spades in my hand all I needed was a 10 and I would win. She had a 10 of diamonds in her hand and she seemed unworried. “Hit!” I exclaimed, looking over at her. “And for you miss?” the dealer asked. The crowd was silent and you could tell she was deep in thought. So I took this as an opportunity to do what any other New Yorker would do, talk junk. “What you got? You scared? Afraid you’ll lose all your money? What’s up? What you got?” I hounded her, thinking she’d loose her focus. She looked up at me and slid in her 5 stacks into the center of the table. “Hit!” she replied looking me in my eyes, smirked again and then went back to her drink. At that moment, I felt my heartbeat speed up, my face got hot and my hands became sweaty. What the hell? Why is this happening? Maybe it’s just the anxiety of wanting to win this game. Maybe it’s not. Was she doing this to me? Nah, no female has ever done that to me. Not even my the girl, who I lost my virginity too did that and I was anxious as hell when that happened. This feeling was completely new to me. I took a sip of my drink to try and help me relax. I took another look at her and she was smirking to herself as she waited for the dealer to draw our final cards. Damn, she was cute as hell twirling her hair around her fingers like that. The dealer dealt our cards and I felt my stomach drop to my ankles. I was dealt a 9 of diamonds, while she was dealt and ace of spades- A blackjack. She beat out of all my money. The crowd began to cheer, as she flipped her hair back, smiled and retrieved her container of chips- 500,000 dollars, dammit! She began to stand up, grab her purse when I stopped. “I never caught your name ma.” I said trying to hide my look of defeat, embarrassment. “That’s because I never threw it, pa.” she smartly replied and began walking away. The crowd chanted “Oooooooh”. “You better get that son, she walking away.” one of the men watching said. I hurried up and caught up to her. “I never knew a girl that could play a hell of a game of blackjack like that.” I said still in shock that she actually beat me. “Well I’m not like most girls” she replied. That in fact she wasn’t, she carried herself differently than most of the girls I run into. She had classy demeanor, that came off naturally. She had a good head on her shoulders. “My name is Daniel by the way. I was wondering-” I was cut off by her stopping and turning to me. “Look, I just beat your ass in there and you’re trying to make small talk. I’m surprised you’re not at the bar, drinking this memory away. And plus my mother always said don’t talk to strangers” she said with a sly grin. “I guess I’m not like other guys then.” I replied, licking my lips slowly. She rolled her eyes “Whatever. See ya!” and continued to walk towards the coin exchange. “But forreal, what’s your name?” I ask loud enough for her to hear and a few other people too. She stopped turned around “If we ever meet up again, I will tell you my name. I promise.” she said. “Alright, remember you said that girl.” I replied watching her walk away.
I guess I’m find out who she is when we meet again. If we ever meet again….
