Use the spell to win.

Slipping your shoe back on, brushing and wiping off any remaining dirt or grime you can see, and tussling your hair till you are pretty sure it looks normal, you quietly sneak up the stairs, cash and id clutched in your hand. Knowing full well everything is on camera, you work quick. You walk up to the first five dollar coin slot machine and feed in every last cent of your money giving you 57 credits. Pulling the handle you bet one a total of seven times and sure enough you loose every last pull. Cashing out the coins clang into the pan at the bottom of the machine. Grabbing a little plastic bucket you scoop them up, dump them in the bucket and go up to the window to cash in. The woman there smiles at you and asks if big bills were ok. You say yes and take the offered two hundreds and a fifty. Looking around, pleased to have not been questioned, you decide to use the spell, get some cash, and get the hell out. You walk past each of the table games trying to figure out what to play. You are afraid that if you win more than $5000 you will surely be arrested, and not sure if the spell will really work you don't want to loose everything. Not to mention you don't dare try something that could have more than one way to win the bet, afraid that it would ruin the magic even if it did work. Finally you make your decision. A single number on the roulette wheel pays 35 to 1. Doing the math in your head you are pretty sure that a bet of just over a hundred would be perfect. Before you walk up to the table you fold up one of the hundreds and tuck it in your panties. Then you walk up to the table and smile really big and say, “I hope I can win here, this is all I have left.” Letting out a little giggle as you say it.

The man controlling the game takes the hundred and fifty you drop on the table with a smile asks back, “Marking dollars or halves?”

“Dollars please.” Batting your lashes at him in the best flirty way you can manage. He smiles and pushes you seven stacks of twenty chips with a little pile of ten standing on top of them. You scoop up five chips and drop them on a number. It doesn't hit. He scoops the chips along with everyone elses and pays a winner, a short Asian girl in a black ruffley dress. Three more times you do exactly the same thing, and every time he scoops the chips away and pays whoever hits something.

Then you make you move saying, “This is boring. I want to win.” And push every last chip, all one hundred and thirty on a single number. The second after you do you look down like you dropped something and drop down on your haunches quickly looking at the paper as you do. Reading the weird incantation as quietly and quickly as you can. “I thought I dropped a chip.” You proclaim as you stand up. The paper palmed in your hand turns to dust and you feel a slight burn as it goes. Wincing you look at your hand and see your skin is a tiny bit red but unharmed, and the paper is nothing but dust. Looking at the wheel you see all of your chips sitting helplessly on number thirty one.

He looks to the pit boss, waves his hand across the table with his usual, “No more bets.” Spinning the little ball. It rolls round and round before slowing, bouncing, and ending up flopping right into the number thirty one.

You watch in awe, unable to control your excitement and jump up and down twice giggling and almost screaming as you do before you catch yourself and stop. Smiling from ear to ear you reach for the chips as he pushes them to you, then stop and just say, “Cash me out please.”

“Of course miss.” He says with a smile and pushes you a pile of purple and black chips. You toss him one of the black chips as well as the only two green ones and smile. “Thank you very much miss. Good luck.” You stroll back to the window with you big pile grinning.

She asks you the same question and receives the same answer. Looking side to side you are sure that security is looking at you, plus in horror you even think you spot a horrifyingly familiar yellow glow from one of the people in the room staring at you as well. The eyes of a bald man in a business suit is quickly finishing a hand of some poker like table game as he stands, not wanting to look to obvious, yet staring at you the entire time. She hands you $4400 in hundreds, which you scoop up and make your way directly to the exit. It seems like several people are converging on you as you go. Just as you reach the ramp a voice calls out, “Hey you. Stop we need to ask you a few questions.” Turning to look you see one of them is a cop. That is it, you break into a run and sprint up the ramp toward the dock. In front of you is a trio of men, two of which are police, the third is the man that helped you earlier. One yells stop, and you know you are caught. You slow down and three feet from the men is when it happens. One of the officers in front of you says, “Slow down.” As you are walking now you are confused. Then you realize he isn't talking to you and turn to see who is coming up behind you. The bald man with now blazing yellow in his eyes runs at full speed at you, hands out. He slams into you just as you turn, the **** of the impact carrying the two of you into the three men at the end of the ramp. Everyone falls down and bowls into the parking lot. Thankfully you twisted just in time and were able to stop him from getting his hands on you completely. As all of you hit the ground you roll and climb to your feet. You hear a chorus of yelling, making out, “Come here meat. Stop or I'll shoot. And Oh my god.” From the men, as you get your feet under you. Not even wanting to see, you simply run like hell as fast as you can. You can hear feet behind you and you know you can't get away on foot. Suddenly an idea forms as you race toward the exit of the parking lot. A couple of well dressed people are standing there, the man with keys held out to a valet as you run right at them. The woman sees you coming and seems to sense danger and steps back. The valet and man are so intent on whatever he is saying to the valet, that neither notice as you run right up to them and snag the keys from his hand. “What the hell.” He yells confused, but doesn't really react. Rage and confusion clouding his decision making till it is to late. You vault over the hood of the rather plain looking Camry, leap into the open door, and slap it into drive. “Hey that is my car!” He shouts as you stomp on the gas, bang into another vehicle, jump over a curb, and head across the grass and onto the street. Gun shots ring out as you simply keep the pedal to the floor. You have no idea who is shooting and who they are shooting at but you don't want to find out either.

Knowing the cops know what you are driving you know you can't just drive this car very long at all. Then you spot something that looks promising. A used car lot. You race down a side street and park the car a block away in the parking lot of a strip mall. Quickly walking along the mall you spot a clothing store and duck in. Afraid you might only have a minute or less before the cops show up, somehow finding you easily, and just grab a black hooded sweatshirt with pink written across the back and pink laces to tie the hood closed. It has two big pockets and you stuff them with cash, Paying the woman as quickly as possible and racing out the door leaving her confused at your hurry.

Racing down the street, you make your way to the dealership and start looking. A man walks up and asks, “Can I help you?”

Catching your breath you try to hide the fact that you have been running and say...