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Lunchtime at The Tangiers.

Sam was at the Craps tables with Billy Sherbet. Sam was measuring some new die. He didn't need to, he had a myriad of people to do this for him. Nonetheless, every so often, he liked to wander the casino floor, checking that everything was by his book. He expected a level of professionalism that matched his own. The experience the customers had, ultimately came from the service he provided, and there was no-one who provided a better service than Ace Rothstein. He had been an advocate of heuristics for more years than he cared to mention and had spent more than his fair share measuring and rolling, rolling and measuring. It paid to know. It certainly paid Sam to know.

Happy with the die, he released them to the table and there was an air of relief around the table as they realized they could get on with their game.

Sam looked at his watch. Lunchtime. He had a date. He smiled to himself. Nodded at Billy, advising him of his whereabouts in the next hour and a half, then made his sauntering exit.


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Feb. 4th, 2007 09:01 pm (UTC)
Ginger was already waiting in the bar area of the Tangiers restaurant, an elegant leg crossed on the bar stool as she leaned in to have her cigarette lit. The young man behind the bar was obviously quite smitten with the fact he was serving Mrs Rothstein, unable to stop his eyes wandering to her cleavage as he held up the lighter.

As Sam walked in, her back was to him, and she laughed at whatever private joke her and the bartender had shared. The bartender spotted him though, and had a cloth in hand before he'd taken another step, nodding at Mr Rothstein respectfully as he busied himself polishing the bar top.
Feb. 4th, 2007 09:13 pm (UTC)
Sam looked from the bar, tapping it twice, to the bartender, to Ginger. The bartender went to get his drink.

"Funny joke?".
Feb. 4th, 2007 09:42 pm (UTC)
"Joe here was just telling me about that guy over there." She smiled at her husband pecking his cheek, "He's apparently been nursing that same empty glass for over an hour. Keeps saying he hasn't finished yet."

Joe placed Mr Rothstein's drink on the bar with an uneasy smile.
Feb. 4th, 2007 10:03 pm (UTC)
Sam looked at the man nursing his empty glass and then back at Ginger. He gave her a quick smile before going over to the man in the corner.

He stopped a few feet short of the table, so as not to overwhelm the man.

"Is there anything we can do for you?"

The man looked up solemnly from his empty glass, confused.

"You seem to be short of a drink and my bartender says you haven't needed his services for more than an hour now."

The man didn't respond and looked back at his glass. Sam looked around at Ginger, arms outstretched, then turned back to the man, leaning in a little closer.

"Sir, if you don't drink, you shouldn't be here. If you shouldn't be here and you are, it's my job to make sure you aren't here anymore. Do you want me to remove you?"
Feb. 4th, 2007 10:20 pm (UTC)
Ginger couldn't suppress the giggle as Sam gestured to her across the bar. She shrugged with a smirk and took a sip of her vodka martini, twirling the olive on the cocktail stick.
Feb. 4th, 2007 10:50 pm (UTC)
Sam was still looking down at the man who was apparently refusing to move, and getting a little tired of him.

"I am going to be forced to remove you if you don't get up," Sam said.

The man didn't so much as even acknowledge him this time. Sam considered the idea of putting the man's head into both the table and the empty glass that sat on it, but then thought better of it. His casino was not the kind of place that he could do that in.

Sam looked across at the security guard and walked across to him.

"Get rid of him," Sam said. The security guard nodded, so Sam left him to it, and went back to the bar.
Feb. 5th, 2007 12:31 am (UTC)
Ginger was all smiles when he returned, "What did he say?" she smirked, flicking through the menu, even though she would order something that wasn't on it. She always did.

Joe was placing a fresh martini on the bar for her, which she took with the flash of an appreciative smile at the young bartender.
Feb. 5th, 2007 12:42 am (UTC)
"He didn't say a fucking thing. Couldn't get a word out of the dumb fuck."

Sam picked up his drink and raised it to his lips. The whiskey ran satisfyingly down his throat.

"Shall we go sit?"
Feb. 5th, 2007 12:58 am (UTC)
Ginger was obviously far more amused than Sam, the subtle grin playing on the corners of her mouth as she slipped down from the stool, drink in hand.

"Come on then, I have a good feeling about our 'date'." She walked ahead of him, letting the waiter take her chinchilla before she slipped into their booth table. The booth that Sam preferred, facing the floor, where he had the best view of the surrounding area.
Feb. 5th, 2007 01:06 am (UTC)
Once they were in the booth, Sam took his first look at the menu. He would probably order something that wasn't on the menu as he knew Ginger would.

"What would you like?" He smiled warmly as he posed the question, and at the same time, he shut the menu. He also had a good feeling about today. Things were getting better. Did she really plan to stick to her word? Was she back for good? Were her good intentions worth a damn?
Feb. 5th, 2007 01:20 am (UTC)
Things were good. She was resolute in her decision. She was going to make this work. Probably until the next time Sam tried to control her, but you never knew with Ginger when she was going to flip. Or at least Sam didn't anyway.

But right now, things were good as she smiled back at her husband with promise in her eyes, doing much the same with her menu as Sam had done. "I'll have a salad nicoise, but with salmon, not tuna. And no anchovies."
Feb. 5th, 2007 05:52 pm (UTC)
"I think I'll have the Waldorf." Sam added. Strangely, it was on the menu. Ginger's wasn't, of course.

He attracted the attention of the waiter and the man hurriedly scribbled down the order on his notepad, paying particular care over Mrs Rothstein's order. As quickly as he'd arrived, he was away again, in an effort to quickly tend to the most important customers he would have all day.
Feb. 5th, 2007 06:46 pm (UTC)
"So I bought a new outfit for tommorrow night. You're gonna love it." She was struggling for small talk, which wasn't like Ginger at all. What she really wanted to ask was whether he'd forgiven her, but she knew better than to push it. In his own time, she thought.
Feb. 5th, 2007 07:13 pm (UTC)
Sam smiled at the thought of showing Ginger off in her new outfit. Despite everything he was proud to have her on his arm, every time they went out together.

There had been times when he had truly regretted becoming embroiled with her, but they were outnumbered by the times he was amazed that he still had her and how grateful he secretly was for that fact.

"I want tomorrow night to be our marker," Sam said coolly. This is where we start again and show everyone what we can be."

Feb. 5th, 2007 07:34 pm (UTC)
Her perfectly manicured hand wrapped itself around Sam's on the table, pink pearlized nails tucking themselves under his palm with a gentle squeeze.

"I won't let you down Sam," she smiled, looking into his eyes apologetically. "We start over," she repeated with a nod.

Ginger really meant what was she was saying. And if Sam had learned anything about her, it would hopefully be that he knew when she was being genuine.
Feb. 5th, 2007 07:53 pm (UTC)
For the first time in a long time, Sam reciprocated the warmth with a brief squeeze of her hand in return. He had to admit that she was acting like the girl he used to know, the girl he adored and married and not the half-baked floozy he had witnessed more recently.

Lunch arrived in suitably speedy fashion and Sam was about to put a fork in the Waldorf Salad he'd ordered, when out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Billy Sherbert lurking at the edge of the restaurant, hoping to get his attention, but not wanting to intrude.

"Excuse me for a moment," he asked Ginger.

He had already put on his gameface, before he'd even left the table.
Feb. 5th, 2007 08:14 pm (UTC)
It irked her that business always came first, but Ginger hid it well as she offered a tightly lipped smile and a nod to Sam, excusing him. She'd been on the verge of saying if it was that urgent then Billy would come over and interrupt, but she bit her tongue.

With a sip of her martini, she muttered about the dumb fucks not being able to run the place for five minutes without him.
Feb. 5th, 2007 08:21 pm (UTC)
Sam walked across to Billy, not the least bit happy that he had had his lunch interrupted, especially as it was going so well.

"Is this important?" Sam gave Billy an accusing stare.
Feb. 5th, 2007 08:51 pm (UTC)
"I'm sorry Boss, I wouldn't bother 'cept that guy we threw out, the one nursing his drink? Well, turns out he's only one of the Chief Gaming Commissioners nephews!"

Billy waited for a response from Ace that he knew he wasn't going to like.
Feb. 5th, 2007 09:00 pm (UTC)
"I don't give a fuck if he's screwing the Queen of England. Don't interrupt me again."

Sam waved a pointed finger at his General Manger.

"What do I pay you for? Don't come to me with every problem you have. I'm trying to have lunch with my wife, and frankly, you are fucking it up."

He waved a hand in Billy's direction and then turned on him and headed back to the table.
Feb. 5th, 2007 09:01 pm (UTC)
"Ok Ace, I'm sorry, it won't happen again."

Billy, with his tail tucked firmly between his legs, left the restaurant."
Feb. 5th, 2007 09:03 pm (UTC)
"I'm sorry about that. That fool we turfed out for nursing his drink is related to the Chief Commissioner. Billy was having kittens."

He put his hand out to Ginger again, taking hold of it and squeezing more tightly this time.
Feb. 5th, 2007 09:18 pm (UTC)
"Is that all?" She obviously wasn't impressed. Her irritation had quickly escalated during his absence, and she didn't appreciate the implications that chucking out a local inbred hick might have.

"Stupid prick was taking advantage. Who gives a fuck who he is?" Her hand stayed in his for enough to time to let him squeeze it, lingering just enough to let him know she appreciated it. But she needed a cigarette and two hands were required.
Feb. 5th, 2007 09:23 pm (UTC)
"I'm sorry Ginger," Sam was genuinely apologetic for interrupting their lunch with business. "It could be important if I'm gonna get this gaming license. This will secure our future forever."

He went back to his salad, hoping that the temper she was showing wouldn't last.
Feb. 5th, 2007 09:49 pm (UTC)
"It can't be helped I suppose." Ginger pushed her salad to one side, favoring her drink and cigarette. She'd picked at the salmon a bit with her fork, but left the meal mostly untouched.

"He probably won't even remember. Not worth worrying about."
Feb. 5th, 2007 09:58 pm (UTC)
"Yeah, I guess, but I don't want this thing to go bad for us Ginger. We are made for life here. If we fuck this up, you an' me will both be out there in the desert, the Bosses will see to that."

He reached for her hand again, now that he had tried it, he was getting used to the idea of having a compliant wife.

Feb. 5th, 2007 10:23 pm (UTC)
"The Bosses don't give a fuck if you get your license Sam, they just want you to keep doing what you're doing now. One drunk cowboy isn't going to fuck that up."

Ginger had faith in Sam as far as their status was concerned. He ran the casino well, as far as she was concerned, and the suitcases never failed to get sent to the Bosses each month. Granted, his license would make things easier, but even she knew it wasn't necessary.

Her hand slipped into his, curling her fingers around his own reassuringly.
Feb. 5th, 2007 10:33 pm (UTC)
Sam was no more in the mood for his salad now than Ginger apparently was.

"I'm sorry, Baby, you know we have to be careful, especially now. This is a difficult time."

They both sat and looked at each other for a minute, wondering what to say next, until Sam got up, dropping his napkin on the plate in front of him. "I'd better go smooth this out."
Feb. 5th, 2007 10:48 pm (UTC)
"Okay." She replied with an exasperated sigh, watching her husband walk off to avert the crisis.

"What the fuck would you know Ginger?" She knocked back the remainder of her drink, grabbed her purse and strutted out herself.
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