Follow the Lucky Blonde

I decided to color up, and follow the blonde to her next table. After all, she seemed to be lucky for me. I saw her walk into the casino bar. She sat down and ordered a drink. I waited a few minutes, then walked in and sat at the other end of the bar from her. I ordered a 15 year old Scotch, neat.

"Well if it isn't Mr. Lucky." The blonde said to me across the bar.

"Lady Luck. Thanks for shining some of that luck on me tonight."

"Any time."

"Her drink is on me." I said to the bartender.

"I can't accept that sir. I appreciate the monetary outlay back there, but you don't need to buy me a drink."

"I can afford it. You made me a lot of money. Let me be a gracious gambler."

"Well the least I can do is keep you company." She said, picking up her drink and moving over to sit next to me. "I'm Danielle,"

"Jack." I said offering my hand.

"Thanks for the drink, Jack." Danielle said raising her glass. I saluted with mine before we both took a drink. "So what brings you to Vegas Jack?"

"What wouldn't? Great weather, good food, and the opportunity to make some money."

"You running from something?"

"No. Why would you think that?"

"Not many people come to Vegas who aren't running from something. It doesn't mean people don't return to what they're running from. People just need a brief escape."

"Are you local?" I asked, truthfully wanting to know.

"Oh yeah. I don't often come down to the casinos. It's nice to do the tourist thing every now and then. Take a little money, play craps, play cards, head back home."

"What do you do?"

"Oh no. I'm not letting you in there. Not without reciprocity anyway. What do you do Jack?" She said with a smile.

"I work in finance."

"Oooh, finance. That's such bullshit term. What do you do in finance?" She said a little sarcastically.

"I work in a bank. I'm a business teller." I had used the 'finance' bit a lot, just to insulate the fact that I was essentially a teller.

"Why not say you work in a bank? Why try to cover it with finance?"

"I don't like what I do."

"So that's what you're running from. A bad job. "

"And a bad relationship." I said, coming fully clean.

"And there is the rest of it. So that's why you're in Vegas. Running a way from a shit job, and a bad girlfriend for a week in Sin City. Well, welcome to Vegas!" She drained her drink and got up to leave.