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Bad Day At The Office.

Sam's day had not got any better since his run-in with Ginger earlier. There were problems with the high-roller slots, three of the dancers in the show were at least three pounds overweight, two of the pit bosses hadn't turned in for work, most likely feigning sickness and Billy had been bending Sam's ear about Nicky using him as a personal secretary.

Needless to say, the normally cool and clam-tight exterior that was Ace Rothstein was slowly stripping away. The old Sam Rothstein was coming out today. After a few days of apparent calm and normality, where he had relaxed and let down his guard, he was back to propping up the rest of the people he knew. He was aggravated by the ineptitude of those around him in a professional capacity and to add his woes, his personal life seemed to be getting away from his vice-like grip too.

He decided he wasn't patient enough right now and decided to just go with it. Fuck it.

"How many times have I told you about putting the slots in the right places. What are the big jackpots doing in the back? They should be in the front. They make our money. You certainly don't make our money. Your area is a fucking mess. Do you even give a shit about your job or are you here because you think you can take the mickey out of me?"

The Slot Manager tried to explain, but his half-hearted protestations weren't about to get him anywhere.

"Fucking shut up. I'm talking. If you used your fucking ears as much as you used that mouth of yours, you'd be a fucking millionaire."

Sam pointed a very focused index finger into the face of the Slot Manager.

"You are a fucking waste of space. If I didn't know better, and I do, I'd say you were trying to rob me blind. I know you're not becasue you're too fucking stupid."

Sam paused for a second.

"Well, I can't afford stupid in my Casino." The pointing finger turned quickly into a waving hand. "Get the fuck out, before I throw you out myself."


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Mar. 1st, 2007 11:10 am (UTC)
God only knows how long Ginger had been flaked out after their argument. A hand reached out from the mass of dishevelled blonde hair and fumbled to grab the receiver. Shit, that noise, the ring was echoing in her head, its persistent tring tring driving her to distraction as it bounced painfully from temple to temple.

"Is that Mrs Rothstein?" Ginger replied with a slurred "Uh huh".

"It's Merryhill Nursery School here Mrs Rothstein, there's nobody here to collect your daughter."

Shit, shit, shit she mouthed, covering the receiver with her hand and sitting up in a panic. "I'll be right there, gimme half an hour."

She hung up the receiver with no more word, she could think of an excuse on the way over there. Dashing through to the dressing room, she pulled on her chinchilla, tied her hair back hurriedly and cleaned up the black mascara mess that framed her eyes.

The elevator doors pinged open, and on the way down to the ground floor, she spruced herself up a bit more in the mirror, desperately trying to make herself sober up and look presentable.
Mar. 1st, 2007 11:35 am (UTC)
As Ginger stepped out of the elevator, the familiar pinging announcement gave her exit away. Sam, fresh from his run-in with the now late-Slot Manager, was attending to one thing or another and saw his wife leave.

Sam looked at his watch as Ginger left through the front doors of the Casino. Looking back at Ginger as she strolled forcefully fowards, he shook his head and sucked in air through tightly clenched teeth.
Mar. 1st, 2007 11:54 am (UTC)
It was taking all Ginger's attention just to walk in a straight line, so she didn't look round to see Sam watching her. The foyer of the Tangiers was full, some coach party of old folks from some hick town were congregating there. And getting in her fucking way.

She shoulder nudged into one of them as she attempted to weave in and out hurriedly. Not looking back to apologise, more irritated by the fact they were even there, stumbling to find her footing again afterwards. "Fucking velour tracksuited old fuckers," she muttered under her breath, snatching the keys from the valet parker with a half assed smile of gratitude.

Ginger turned the key in the ignition and pulled away onto the Strip, barely looking over her shoulder as she did. She ignored the driver of the car she'd cut infront of as he beeped her angrily.
Mar. 1st, 2007 10:21 pm (UTC)
Sam's work/life balance wasn't on a par, that much was obvious. Even Billy turned and watched Ginger leave., his stout, stumpy frame attending busily to anything the minute Sam's eyes turned on him.

When Ginger came home, he would be waiting. He headed to the elevator to go upstairs and clean up the mess he was sure that Ginger had left, before his daughter got home.
Mar. 1st, 2007 10:43 pm (UTC)
At the Nursery School, Ginger offered her apology and excuses to the staff. By the time she actually arrived she was over an hour late, but she was all smiles and legitimate reasons, so they didn't seem to mind.

If they had, Ginger wouldn't have noticed.

She took a detour on the way home, purchasing what she knew would get her back on top. Ready to face Sam later. She was a considerate mother, she didn't take Amy inside, that kind of environment wasn't good for a four year old. So she left her waiting in the car.

Back home, the elevator doors opened into the penthouse, "Mommy'll get you something to eat in a minute baby. You go turn on the TV." She kissed her daughter's head and patted her behind to send her off in the right direction, Ginger needed coffee and a boost first.
Mar. 1st, 2007 10:56 pm (UTC)
Knowing Ginger all too well, he guessed her first thought would be coffee, to get a grip on the day again. A grip that she had ceased to maintain from the moment she'd picked up the bottle at what Sam would have guessed must have been not long after he left that morning.

He sat at the kitchen table and he guessed Ginger barely even noticed him as she paid no attention whatsoever upon entering.

"So what did you tell the school? Did you tell them you're a drunk? Did you tell them you were late because you were so wasted you forgot you had a daughter? Go on, tell me! What excuse did you give them this time?"

Mar. 1st, 2007 11:11 pm (UTC)
He was right, she hadn't noticed him initially. She was too busy rubbing at her eyes and temples, trying to massage away the throbbing headache as she headed towards the kitchen.

When he spoke, he took her by surprise, the look she gave him as she pulled her hand from her face didn't have chance to be premeditated. It was a look that said she didn't need this right now.

"I was upset Sam. Can you blame me? I told them I thought Jennifer was picking her up, it's no big deal. So I was a little late? I fell asleep, it's not the end of the world."
Mar. 1st, 2007 11:26 pm (UTC)
"Not a big deal!?" How many times have you fallen asleep when you're supposed to be looking after our daughter or picking her up from school? Not a big deal. Will you still say that when they take her away from us?"

Sam was flogging a dead horse, and he knew it.

"You don't have the first clue about being a mother. You need to put them before yourself every time. Not once have you ever given anyone any consideration unless you are ok first."
Mar. 1st, 2007 11:38 pm (UTC)
Ginger clearly wasn't in the mood for this, the only thing on her mind right now was her fucking headache. She sighed and rolled her eyes, as she poured the strong coffee from the pot Sam must have put on to brew.

"You don't need to blow this out of all proportion Sam. They're not gonna take her away because I got the arrangements mixed up. I do fine as a mother, she's happy isn't she?" She gestured towards the living room with her cup where Amy was happily sat cross legged infront of the TV watching cartoons.
Mar. 3rd, 2007 08:40 pm (UTC)
"You call that happy? Sitting in front of the TV every night after school. You barely even give her a second glance!"

Sam was on a roll. He knew it would probably get him nowhere, but it felt good to get it off his chest.

"Did you even want kids or was it just another act of kindness for me because that's what I wanted and you wanted to make sure the diamonds kept coming?"
Mar. 3rd, 2007 09:09 pm (UTC)
"You're being unfair Sam." She sneered at her husband, holding on to her temper tightly. "I do lotsa things with Amy, but you wanna call me out on a bad day. She has play dates and all that stuff, and we go shopping together. She loves picking out dresses she likes."

She held her hand over her eyes, rubbing at her forehead, just his voice was grating on her. She pulled her hand away and looked at him seriously, sighing. "Course I wanted her Sam. I love her."

Now wasn't the time to bite, she just wanted this over as quickly as possible.
Mar. 3rd, 2007 09:15 pm (UTC)
"Well you coulda fooled me."

Sam wasn't appeased by Ginger's responses. These were stock replies to problems he had had with her before.

Sam headed to the elevator again, to return to his day, where he felt he had at least some control. As an afterthought, he locked the drinks cabinet and took the key that was sitting in the lock.

"Look after your daughter," was all he said to Ginger as he left.
Mar. 3rd, 2007 09:32 pm (UTC)
He was appeased enough that he was dropping the subject for now and returning to work. And that was good enough for Ginger right now, her head was throbbing and Sam was only serving to make it worse.

As she watched him lock the cabinet, his actions were so fucking unbelievable that she was dumbstruck for a moment. Her mouth dropped open and she shook her head in disbelief, staring blankly at him as he walked back to the elevator.

"Fuck you." It wasn't said loudly, possibly not loud enough for Sam to hear, but if he looked over at her as the elevator doors closed, he'd see that she was seething.
Mar. 3rd, 2007 09:51 pm (UTC)
Sam had heard the farewell that was spat in his direction as he left, but decided not to rise to Ginger's acid tongue. He had better things to do than bang his head against a brick wall for hours on end. He didn't have anything to do that wouldn't wait, particularly, but he could no longer bear being in the same room as her.

When the elevator arrived, he entered, without so much as a glance back.
Mar. 3rd, 2007 10:51 pm (UTC)
"Fucking asshole. What does he think I am? A fucking kid? If I wanna have a drink, I'll have a fucking drink. Key or no key. Cocksucker."

Ginger threw her thirty thousand dollar fur onto the sofa, that she still hadn't taken off til this point, and set about making Amy a sandwich. "I'll fucking show him just how good a fucking mother I am," she muttered furiously, the knife that was cutting the cheese slamming down onto the countertop with every cut in her irritation.

"When you've finished your sandwich baby, we'll paint a picture for Daddy. How does that sound?" She kissed Amy's head, handing her the plate. Then slumped down on the couch with her coffee and aspirin to get her head back to some level of normalcy.

The kitchen table was left strewn with paints and glitter, the newspaper laid out underneath to protect the table had more paint on it than the picture did. But in the middle of it all, Amy's masterpiece took center stage. There was Mommy and Daddy, and they were holding hands, and then there was Amy. The stick figures all had the right coloured hair, and varied in height accordingly. Daddy's tummy was fat, and framing them all was a glittery rainbow.

Ginger was sitting on Amy's bed, brushing her daughter's wet hair. "Can you call Daddy? He has to see my picture before I fall asleep."

"I don't know baby, he might be busy. He'll see it when he comes upstairs later, and I know he's gonna love it."

Amy seemed satisfied with that response as she yawned. "Stay with me Mommy." She loved it when her Mommy paid her attention, and she'd enjoyed every second of their evening together. She wanted it to last.

"Just for a little while then." She smiled at her daughter and lay down on the bed next to her, stroking her hair. After a little while Ginger's hand stilled, still resting on Amy's hairline. Amy craned her neck and kissed her Mommy's wrist smiling, then fell asleep herself.
Mar. 3rd, 2007 11:23 pm (UTC)
When Sam finally did arrive back at the penthouse, he found an idyllic scene before his eyes. He had avoided coming 'home' because he really didn't want another confrontation with Ginger and especially not with Amy there.

He was hoping that she would be asleep upon his return and that, at least, had been a wish granted.

Ginger had fallen asleep next to Amy, and his heart had crumbled when he saw the picture that Amy had drawn of the three of them, centred on the kitchen table amidst a host of glitter and glue. For a moment, a tear almost forced it's way onto Sam's face.

For all her faults, Ginger was family now.

Mar. 3rd, 2007 11:50 pm (UTC)
She woke with a crick in her neck, not having moved an inch since she fell asleep. Carefully she slipped off the opposite side of the bed from Amy and quietly shut the door behind her.

All the lights were off in the apartment, it must be late, and thankfully Sam was more than likely asleep himself.

She slipped out of her clothes, leaving them crumpled on their bedroom floor, then slid into bed next to her husband, trying not to disrupt the covers too much and wake him. She lay with her back to him, at the far edge of the bed, staring off into the darkness vacantly.
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