A casualty of the casino. Cushioned chairs and cigarette machines. Endless stairways, a bird roosting at the railing. The inhale of dreggy popcorn. A blue shirt, polyester pants, and a name tag. Candles competing for consideration, hot players, and hasty money. Bellowing Blazing Sevens and jaunty jackpots. Abandoned beer bottles and wanting wine glasses. Swirling carpets and the static of slots.
A hasty farewell. You’ll do well wherever you go. It’ll suck with out you. We’ll miss ya. Take care, kiddo. Cake, a card, and cherry Prime Time cigars.