They arrived at the casino, dressed as tourists coming to enjoy the Vegas life. Flint felt weird in his civilian clothes, knowing he was on assignment, but comforted himself with the thought that he still had his weapon strapped to him, in case of trouble.
Scarlett led them to the cashier's window, where each Joe used their forged IDs to sign up for the casino's player cards. They then wandered through the endless maze of slot machines, until Roadblock pointed out one to the crew. "I like this one," he said with a smile.
They read the title. "Snake's Revenge," Flint read aloud, chuckling. "Figures."
They each tried their luck at the game, as well as at a couple of the surrounding machines. Scarlett grinned. "I can see Brad busting a gut, knowing what we're doing right now."
"What are you thinking?" Gung Ho threw back at her. "He would've found his own private poker game to con someone outta their money. He'd either clean up here, or be banned for life!"
"Can I get you a drink?" asked a waitress, one of the many circulating the casino. She spoke in a low husky tone, her short black skirt leaving nothing to the imagination. Scarlett felt sorry for the waitresses who were obviously hoping for big tips from the male patrons. Since they all seemed to dress alike in the tight shirts and short skirts, all in black, with black heeled hip boots, she figured it must work pretty well. This one's shirt didn't even meet her skirt, revealing a sparkling diamond belly ring.
"Nothing right now, thanks," Flint told her, his eyes taking in her swept back brown hair in the rhinestone clip, too heavy eye makeup, pausing on the belly ring, then continuing all the way down to the heel of her boots.
"You sure, handsome?" she purred, giving Flint a slow, sexy smile. "We serve both alcoholic and non. Also, free courtesy ice water, in case you get….thirsty. All you have to do is let me know and I can get… anything…for you."
"I'll take a water!" Gung Ho spoke up, looking at her appreciatively. The waitress turned her smile on him, then disappeared. "What?" he asked when he saw the others glaring at him. "She said it was free!"
"We're not here to oogle, dude, get your head back in the game!" Roadblock chuckled.
Scarlett rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "You guys are so dense."
They all turned to her, looking at her questioningly. She smirked. "Fine. Do it your way, then."
The waitress reappeared, sidling up to Gung Ho. "Here's your water, hon," she told him, her fingers lingering as he took the glass. "I know how you big guys can get…thirsty, so I didn't overload it with ice," she purred again.
She glanced once again at the rest of the group, her eyes taking in their military stance. You never could hide a soldier, she thought.
"Anything else?" she asked, keeping her thoughts to herself.
Scarlett looked once more at the guys she was with, but they seemed distracted by the waitress's belly ring. Or was it what her shirt and skirt didn't cover? Either way, she felt like knocking heads together.
"Sure, I'd like something," Scarlett told her in a sugary sweet, southern tone. "Can I get a snake with a twist?"
The waitress smiled seductively at her. "Sure, Red. Will that be a double or single? I'd recommend the double. I could throw in an eastern european for one of your friends here. They're running a special."
Scarlett chuckled, proud she had guessed right. Oh, but she was good, not breaking character at all! Scarlett hadn't had a chance to see her in action before, and she had to admit, she was impressed.
"Nice getup. They have to paint that shirt on or what? Gotta say, LOVE the belly ring!" she cracked.
The waitress cocked a hip, her tray still balanced on her other hand. She was glaring at Scarlett now, her eyes narrowed. "You got a problem with how I look? Your friends sure don't!" She traced a finger from her free hand down Gung Ho's arm, giving him a soft smile. He grinned goofily back at her, entranced.
Roadblock cleared his throat, and Gung Ho came out of his spell. Sensing something was going on, the three male Joes looked first from Scarlett back to the waitress, confused. Why was Scarlett being so rude?
"So how have the tips been tonight? And which one of those is for me?" asked Scarlett, nodding her head towards the tray.
The waitress smiled, handing her a diet soda. "Non alcoholic. I know you can't drink on the job," she whispered to Scarlett, winking, bending slightly just for the hell of it as she handed her the drink. She straightened, knowing where the guys' eyes had been, and set the tray down on a nearby holder.