IMPORTANT A/N- okay I am feeling very discouraged at the moment and could do with some pepping up. I haven't read any DA in about four/five months and, honestly, I think the fic is starting to reflect that.
Please review if you read and offer suggestions.
Also if someone could please recommend me some decent recent fic to read or remind me why I love DA, it would be most appreciated and might speed up production.
Thank you.
Fayth
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Chapter 4. Making friends with reality.
Flex sighed as he dropped his shovel, bringing his forearm up to swipe beads of sweat away from his forehead. He was all for physical labour, but he was exhausted by the heavy manual work that he had to do here. He grabbed the water bottle that lay in the dirt and took a great swallow, letting the cool, refreshing liquid soothe his throat.
At least that was something that could be soothed, unlike his temper.
Flex saw himself as an easy-going sort of guy. He very rarely lost his cool and even more rarely lost his temper and yet this morning he had done both.
He sighed as his hands clenched around the bottle in his hand, his sweat making it slippery on his grasp.
He had awoken to the sounds of Skye having another nightmare and he had hurriedly moved a sleeping Galen away from her shaking body in case she lashed out in her sleep, like she had a tendency of doing. The last thing they needed was for the quietest member of their impromptu 'family' being traumatised because his surrogate 'mother' smacked him in the face in her sleep.
He had placed Galen on the other side of him and tried to wake Skye, getting that anticipated slap in the face before she awoke.
"Hey, sleeping… Rambo," he had said, rubbing his jaw.
"Flex?" she had sounded like she wasn't sure where she was and he had lost the smart-ass edge and stroked her cheek.
"Yeah, sweetheart, it's me. You okay?"
She closed her eyes and Flex had been stung by the rejection in that action. "Fine," she said icily.
Flex pulled away and glared down at her. "That's crap, you're not fine."
"Leave it," she ordered and this time Flex pulled away completely and got out of bed. He'd grabbed Galen and swung him into his arms.
Skye sat up as he removed the sleeping boy and her eyes narrowed.
"What are you doing?"
"We have to talk," he bit out and placed Galen in bed with Zephyr who muttered and wrapped his arms around his new baby 'brother'.
When he'd come back into the room Skye had been sitting with her arms wrapped around her knees glaring at him.
"What about?"
"This, you… us."
Skye raised an eyebrow, "Us?"
Flex dug his hands into his pockets and stared at her. "Yes."
Skye made a gesture with her hands for him to continue.
Now that he had her attention he wasn't sure what to say to her. "I care about you a lot and I've been damn patient with you. But I am sick of you shutting me out. I know that you are hurting; you don't think I am too? Steve was my friend too."
"He was my brother."
"Mine too," he snapped at her cool tone. "I may not be blood related to the guy but I spent more time with him that you did and he was my family too. But that's not the point here."
"Please enlighten me."
"You are using me." There he said it. It was what had been worrying him for almost a month.
"What?" her voice was incredulous.
"You are using me, Skye. We were thrown together for propinquity and convenience sake. We were in the same cell when Manticore went down and you've been… stuck with me ever since. The Greeks were an additional burden for you and you seem to have settled. I'm beginning to think that the only reason you are staying with me is because I'm providing money and a place to live. I'm starting to feel like a cash machine, Skye and it bites big time. I may not have been the most responsible person at Manticore but suddenly having five kids and girl to take care of by myself isn't a picnic. I need support, even verbally and as much as I care about you, I can't do this any more."
Her eyes went wide, "What?"
"You won't talk to me or even look at me. I told you that I was there for you but you haven't even bothered to be there for me. I'm hurting too, Skye." His voice was raw as he let his feelings show. He'd been bottling this for a month and he couldn't hold it in right now. "Withdrawing from us all is something that Max did and you remember where that got her? Alone and scared, full of pain and… and… dammit!" He raked a hand through his hair. "I'm sick of it. I'm sick of you looking through me. I'm sick of making excuses for you to the Greeks. I'm sick of you trying to be the big bad soldier. And I'm sick of you using me as the scapegoat. Do you even care about me, Skye? Do you… Fuck this, I'm going to work."
He'd grabbed his shirt off the bedroom floor and stalked out, letting the front door slam behind him.
Flex picked up his shovel, glad for the work to take his anger out on. Every word that he'd said had been true. She lashed out so many times at him and he knew that it was only a matter of time before she started to take it out on the Greeks and that was one thing that they didn't need. Those children had been through hell and they didn't have the mechanics to deal with it yet. Not like him and Skye who had twenty years to get used to it.
Galen had only been in the facility for two years, max, after his release from wherever they held the pre-soldier babies and he was too traumatised by the abrupt change to even speak much. He was about six years old and could assemble a gun properly, yet couldn't say a sentence.
Icarus and Isacar were about thirteen and so were starting to deal better with the facility and everything that they were expected to do. They hadn't gotten jaded like sixteen year old Nyx and who knew what was going through the nine year old mind of the dynamo Zeph. He mystified Flex who was beginning to suspect that he'd grow up like Pix.
He half grinned at the thought.
"Hey Flex!"
Flex spun to see his foreman, Mike coming towards him with his beefy arms waving in greeting.
"Hey, Mike."
"Glad to see you smiling, thought you were ready to kill someone this morning!"
Flex choked on a laugh. How accurate was that.
"Lemme guess, fight with the little lady?"
"I wouldn't call her that to her face," Flex said. "Besides she's not exactly my lady."
And sometimes he wondered if that wasn't the crux of the matter. He had feelings for Skye that much he knew, and while they were still at Manticore he had been— sort of— courting her. He'd never been the serious type and had never thought much beyond his flirting.
The one time he had allowed it to go further was curtailed by the explosion of Manticore and that was with Skye. He wanted to be with her, in every sense.
She had grown on him, kinda like a disease, he thought in amusement. Sure there were a few symptoms but it wasn't until they were isolated that he realised how bad it was. They shared something, even if it was just survivor's guilt.
He shared a bed with her; they kissed and hugged and made innuendos but was it love? Did he love her?
Damned if he knew.
"Ahh, like that is it?" Mike said knowledgably, jamming his hands into his deep jean pockets and smiling. He was a big man, more muscular than fat thanks to his physical job. His hard hat covered the mop of sweaty brown hair that stuck up no matter what his wife did to tame it. He was a hard-working boss who was fair and just. He wouldn't ask his "boys" to do anything that he wouldn't do himself and they respected him for that. He wasn't opposed to having fun on the job as long as the job got done. Flex liked him.
"Women! Can't live with them and can't live without them."
Flex nodded, "If I tried, I think she'd kill me."
"Like that, is she?"
Mike had been the one to offer Flex a job. Flex had been walking past the construction site when he saw a loose cable on one of the JCB's, he'd hurried in to tell someone just as the cable snapped and he had quickly pushed several of the workers out of the way before grabbing hold of the retreating cable and slowing its decent. He was the reason that Mike wasn't down four workers and he had been offered a job on the spot. It was a good job with physical labour that he enjoyed, and the money was good.
"So you coming to the Barbie?"
"The what?"
Mike chuckled, "The Retrofit Construction workers barbeque. Or in other words, Marcie's attempt to force socialising between the workers wives while I try not to incinerate everything in sight."
Flex laughed, "Sounds like fun."
"It's a blast," Mike said rolling his eyes. "But Marcie's the boss."
Flex was about to decline when he heard wolf whistles coming from his fellow builders behind the mess hut… Sorry, staff canteen.
"Just when I think we are outgrowing the stereotype!" Mike sighed. Flex hadn't got a clue what he was talking about but followed the man to the canteen, which was just a wooden hut which served second class meals for the hungry workers.
As he rounded the corner he saw all of his team-mates had stopped working and were staring at the gate.
"Gentlemen, is it too much to ask that ladies pass unscathed from the view of your ugly mugs and the shrill whistles?" Mike asked long-sufferingly.
"But Mike, this one is a twelve!" Danny pleaded.
"A babe in wolf's clothing!" added Grecko.
"One hot momma!" agreed Tom.
"Neanderthals," muttered Mike.
"Check it out yourself!" Danny said gesturing over to the gates. Flex, who was putting his shovel away, was taken aback by the low whistle that left Mike's lips. Mike was the consummate gentleman and tried to instil that into his boys.
Needless to say it hadn't worked.
"What I wouldn't give for a piece of that ass!" crooned Tom.
Flex looked over to where they were watching. She was standing by the gates, her long dark hair flowing over one bare shoulder, her tiny strappy top showing her bare midriff. Her jeans were black and tight and she wore them well with the sandals on her feet. A picture of a sexy woman.
"Great!" Sighed Flex as he stared at Skye. "Excuse me," he said to his team mates.
"Go Flex!" Danny hissed.
Mike, however saw the tension in his shoulders and came to the correct conclusion. "Uh guys…"
Flex ignored their comments as he made his way over to the fence.
Skye shifted nervously as he walked over slowly.
"Before you yell at me, I come bearing cookies!" she said quickly and pulled out a plastic box. "Baked 'em myself."
Flex pushed back the small smile that threatened. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to… apologise," she said slowly, unsurely.
"Apologise," he repeated.
"I'm a heartless bitch who should be hung drawn and court-martialled, okay?"
"It's a start."
Skye smiled grimly, "Tell me what you want me to say."
Flex stared up at the wrought iron gates for a moment. What did he want her to say? He wanted what they had had before all of this started, that friendship where they could tell each other everything and hold back nothing. There was no fear of hurting feelings that they didn't have and the best thing was to let rip with a string of witty rejoinders and have them matched.
Flex sighed this feelings crap bugged him.
"Talk to me about your dream, Skye."
Skye nodded hesitantly. "My dreams hurt, Flex. They're about Steve and us and everyone just hanging around in the Rec Room. I miss it; miss the feel of us all just being a family. And then I feel guilty for missing it because he gave his life so that we could get out."
"He wouldn't want you to feel guilty, Skye."
"I know that," she shrugged. "Logically, I know that. Flex. But it still stings; I mean it's not even been a month. I'm a soldier, I'm used to death but this rattled me."
Flex nodded and leaned against the railings. "I get that, I do. We were taught to deal in death but not to deal with it."
Skye eyed him, "You know this sensitive understanding Flex is unnerving. What happened to the smart-ass flirt?"
Flex chuckled, "He's buried under five children and a girlfriend. He's still there but he had to grow up quick."
"I'm sorry if we are a burden to you, I can get a job," she looked down and Flex caught her chin.
"Hey now, my little spitfire, that is not what I meant. I want you to have the time to grieve and deal with things. It's not that I mind working and taking care of you all. I just have issues with being taken advantage of."
"That stops now!" she said determinedly, some of her old fire returning. "I don't think of you as a cash machine, or a… sugar daddy or whatever you think. I'm sorry that I haven't been there for you, but you always seemed okay."
Flex grinned, "As Max would say, I'm always all right."
Skye laughed and punched his shoulder. "Jack ass!"
This was the Skye that he remembered, the sassy girl who was quick with a rejoinder and quicker with her fists. He broke into a huge grin.
"Now that's the bitch I know and love."
"Bite me, dumb-ass."
Flex grabbed her and pulled her in for a hug, "Knew you had this fixation with my ass!"
"Your one redeeming feature," she laughed as he leaned down and kissed her thoroughly.
"Ahem!"
Flex let her go slightly and turned around to see his boss blushing behind him.
"Mike," Flex licked his lips and let go of a giggling Skye. "Uh this is Skye, my girlfriend. Skye this is my boss Mike Sawyer."
"Ah," Mike held out his hand for Skye to shake. "Ms. Skye, it's a pleasure to meet you at last."
"Just Skye," she smiled warmly. "Came to see Flex I brought cookies."
"Then you are always welcome!" Mike enthused looking longingly at the Tupperware box.
Skye chuckled, "Help yourself, if you can pry some away from greedy-guts here."
"Hey!" Flex said affronted.
"I'm just saying that you need to watch your figure."
"I'd rather watch yours."
"Behave."
"Yes, ma'am."
Mike laughed, "Like a married couple. Anyway Flex you didn't give me your answer, are you coming to the BBQ this weekend."
"The what?"
"Company barbeque," Flex explained. "I would, Mike, but Skye and the kids—"
"Are totally invited," Mike interrupted. "Marcie would never forgive me if our newest recruit didn't show."
"We wouldn't want to impose," Skye added. "There are a lot of us."
Mike frowned, "How many kids do you have?"
"Five."
He gave them a long look, "You are not old enough to have five kids."
"Adopted."
"Fostered." They said at the same time and then looked at each other.
"Uh huh," Mike looked sceptical. "Well bring them all along, the more the merrier."
"All right then," Skye agreed. "I can bring… something."
"Anything edible, cookies are good," Mike hinted and Flex took the box and held it protectively.
"My chocolatey goodness."
Skye tapped his arm, "Flex, remember what we said about sharing?"
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"I'm going to die," Aiden groaned, his hand held fast to his aching head.
"No, you're going to vomit," Dek said dryly.
"'m not," Aiden mumbled.
Dek carried on as if he hadn't heard him, "That's what happens when you pour poison into your body, transgenic or not, too much poison in your system will cause that system to overload."
"If I pay you will you go away?" Aiden muttered trying to stop the room from spinning. He gingerly sat up on his rickety bed with its faded sheets and creaky boards and wished that he had never even heard of alcohol.
His bleary eyes fixed on the dusty curtains glad that Dek hadn't given in to his latent sadism and opened them to let in the full force of the sun.
"Of course not," Dek grinned. "I wouldn't want to leave my friend alone with such a bad HANGOVER!"
Aiden whimpered and Dek smirked.
"Oops, sorry, was that a bit too loud for you?"
"Sadist."
Something gleamed in Dek's eye and he slowly sat down by Aiden's side.
"Now, now, pal, you know that I would do anything for you."
"Hmm?"
"How about I make breakfast for you, hmm?"
Aiden blinked suspiciously at him.
"I can cook you some nice greasy bacon, dripping with fat. Huge globules of soft dripping lard."
Aiden paled.
"And some fried mushrooms, looking like silky, slimy slugs, glistening in their own pungent juices."
Aiden swallowed, hard his hand coming up to his stomach as it revolted from the pictures Dek was painting.
"Or how about some fried eggs? Runny, slippery, egg whites, half cooked so that the whites drip over the plate and almost raw yolk so that the yellow oozes with unripe globs of pure, calorie laden grease."
"Bastard," Aiden blurred to the bathroom and Dek could hear his retching from the bedroom.
Dek sat back on the bed with his arms folded behind his head a smirk on his face as he listened to Aiden's insults between purging.
"Yeah, yeah," he waved. "And your mother was a test tube."
Aiden came out from around the corner rubbing his mouth. "Asshole."
He sat heavily on the bed next to Dek and groaned, "If I ever touch alcohol again, feel free to kill me."
"I can't be bothered to hide the body," Dek yawned.
"Did we learn anything today?"
"Well, we've pretty much established that you are a pansy assed excuse for a trannie who can't hold his drink."
Aiden wasn't too hung over to slap him, hard.
"I meant how'd it go this morning with the trade?"
Dek allowed himself a grin, "He took the baseball for sixteen grand and told me of a few choice pieces that he wouldn't mind seeing."
Aiden matched his grin, "So we have a market?"
"That we do," Dek nodded. "Our 'Stan' also hinted that he might be willing to act as a go-between for other clients. He mentioned a messenger service in the city that we could use to make deliveries, all without getting our hands dirty."
Aiden poked out his tongue, "Only a vain pretty boy like you would have to worry about getting your hands dirty. But at least you're not moping."
"I happen not to want to get caught by Renfro, thank you oh so very much. Evil bitch won't rest until we are all back in our cage."
Aiden lay down next to him, "What if we do?"
"Get caught?"
"Yeah."
"I have a plan."
"Which is?"
"Run."
Silence.
"Do you have a plan B?"
"Yeah."
"Which is?"
"Run faster."
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"I could have been wrapped up in bed," muttered Carrot. "I could have been watching TV, I could have been sleeping in the arms of a very naked Tara, but no. what am I doing? Walking through a rat infested sewer looking for a furry dog-man… talking to myself." He glared up at the ceiling. "Someone up there hates me."
The sewer was a nasty place to be at the best of times, but at night while the only light was shadowy moonlight filtering in through grates in the ceiling that shone onto things glistening in the water beneath his feet that he didn't want to closely identify, well, he'd almost rather be back at Manticore.
The whole place stank and the green mould dripping off the walls did little to erase his sense of anger at having to be down here in the first place.
He heard a muffled stumbling up ahead and froze in his tracks. Up ahead, mustered in the shadows was a tall figure, stooping among the pipes and sniffing wildly into the air.
Carrot edged forwards a few steps and knocked his foot against something hidden in the water.
The shadowy figure whirled towards him, "Who, who there?"
The figure stepped into the light and peered down the damp tunnel. Carrot got his first impression of the man… dog, dog-man as the light shone down from a nearby man-hole. He was at least six foot tall with long straggly dark hair and an army jacket. His features were pronouncedly canine but there was something… endearingly puppy like about his expression. Unlike his picture in the paper that Logan had showed him, he didn't look ferocious, merely curious.
Carrot frowned, not expecting this. "Uh, Carrot?"
"Carrots don't talk."
He bit back a laugh, "This one does, my name is Carrot. What's yours?"
"Joshua." The man smiled, showing sharp pointy teeth.
"You are a Manticore escapee, right?"
Joshua's eyes widened, "No, no, no, no." he back peddled and Carrot stepped forwards to keep up with him.
"Don't go, I'm not here to hurt you or hunt you or take you back. I'm an escapee too. I was Special Ops."
Joshua paused, "I'm special too, first."
"First what?"
Joshua seemingly searched for the words, "Father made me first, then more like me and more like you."
Carrot's face was a picture, "Are you telling me that you are transgenic mark one?"
"Not Mark, Joshua."
"Yeah, I mean are you the original experiment?"
Joshua smiled and nodded, "First, original."
"Wow," Carrot let out a gust of amazement. "That's oddly kinda cool."
"Huh, huh, cool," Joshua beamed.
"So, Joshua what are you doing down here?" He recalled why he was here in the first place. "Oh yeah, and why have you been terrorising people all over Seattle?"
"Terror?" Joshua shook his head, his dark hair flying all over the place. "No terror, looking."
"For what?"
"Father."
"Uh huh," Carrot considered him. "Father would be…?"
"Sand- man."
There was a brief pause.
"You didn't by any means hit your head on the way outta Manticore, did ya?"
Joshua thought for a second his eyes gazing at the ceiling, "No."
"Just checking. So who is the sand man?"
"Not 'the', not 'the'. Sandman."
Carrot sighed in relief, "Ah, okay a guy called Sandman is your… father?"
"He made me and left me, true enough. He blazed."
"And you're looking for him; sorry to tell ya pal that this Sandman guy will be like looking for a needle in a hays tick… or whatever."
Joshua darted forwards, "No, see Joshua have paper, paper with many Sandman. Father has to be one."
Carrot leaned forward and took the ratty piece of torn, folded paper from Joshua's large hands and undid it. It was a piece torn out of a phone book with the names and addresses of several Sandeman's listed.
"Ah, so you're checking for your father and not trying to eat people? That's good to know."
"I eat dogs."
Carrot blinked, "Oh."
"Little, little dogs in cans."
Carrot chuckled, "Hot dogs."
Joshua shook his head mournfully, "Cold."
Carrot nodded and him, "Okay then big guy, well, how about we check out these last few addresses together then?"
Joshua's face lit up and he grinned happily and motioned for Carrot to lead the way. More sewers.
Oh well, Carrot thought. It was either this or go back to Logan.
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Anna hated being here. She hated being surrounded by anomalies and children who cowered in the shadows and almost cried when she snapped at them. She hated having to check in with said anomalies before she could leave the 'security' of the terminal wasteland that she was supposed to call home.
She hated the looks that everyone gave her as she sat by herself lost in her own little world and she hated that she had to attempt to play nice with them.
But most of all she hated the fact that none of her friends were here.
Oh, she had always gotten along fairly okay with Feen and Techie but they were just another pair of transgenics that she knew. They were friends in the way that she and Coco were friends, they didn't have an understanding the way she and B.J. did and they couldn't appreciate her like Cece did.
Feen was fine and scathing in her own brash way and Techie had a good sense of humour once he lost that "I'm-around-a-girl" fright that sprang to his face, even now with dating the terror of Manticore, but they just weren't up to her standards and that made her grouchy.
Admittedly everything made her grouchy, but this more than most. She wanted a decent conversation with someone who didn't expect her to be sweet or nice, or even vaguely sympathetic.
Anna sighed, avoiding the eyes of those around her as she dug into her thin gruel-like soup that tried to pass for food in this dim hell-hole.
She wasn't ever going to be Miss Mary Sunshine and they had better get used to it.
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Drew stood on the steep incline, her face in the wind as she stared out into the blackness. She was tired of being here without her family. As great as Ed had been to her, she knew that it was time to move on. It was time to get out there and try to find her family.
The ruthless winds caught her long dark hair and tugged at it harshly, letting it whip around her face until it half blocked her vision.
But she didn't care and almost didn't notice she was so intent on that darkness out there, so different from the darkness that she had come from.
Manticore had been a hell to everyone that had lived there and it was strange what a person could get used to if they had little or no choice.
They had all come to accept that that was the way that things were and they had tried to get along as best as possible even as they dreamed of escape and freedom. But now, ejected forcibly into that freedom that they had craved, escape into a world in which they had only scant information and even less understanding on—it was a more terrifying prospect than being thrust back into the hell they had called home.
But they had no choice now. Whoever had set the fires had seen to that and for once in her life Drew had no idea how to feel about that lack of choice.
Would she have chosen to leave Manticore? Possibly. Without her family? Never. Was she happy to be out? Possibly. Did she miss her unit? Hell, yes.
She still wasn't completely healed from her injuries and, knowing how fast transgenics healed, she could only guess at how close to death she had actually come. It was a shock to the system of someone who had believed themselves to be impervious and almost immortal. But now Drew knew how fragile life was and knew that the time that she had she wanted to spend it with Dek, and Max and the rest of them.
Now she just had to break the news to Ed that she was leaving.
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Nicholas Dresden was a suspicious man by nature and a cynic at heart. He had carefully cultivated the feelings until he had them honed to a fine art of scepticism and patent disbelief that transcended all else.
Right now, what he was staring at on his console brought that feeling to the fore and his perfectly arched eyebrows rose in his usual distrustful manner.
"They're back again," Brandy said needlessly and he just nodded, his eyes on the two figures sitting in the lounge of the biggest casino in Las Vegas. Post-Pulse had, as named, been built after the pulse has hit and many were out of work and looking for jobs.
It was a labour of love. Love of money. And had become the most popular of all casinos in the Nevada desert. Themed as life pre-pulse it was a tower of all things electrical and nostalgic. Patrons could play on the fake 'internet', drive a sports car, dodge the stock-market, buy a McDonalds or sit in Starbucks—all while playing on slot machines. It was life as it used to be and attracted many who longed for that complicated life of laptops and lattes.
It had been the brainchild of multi-trillionaire Lydia Gates-Murdoch and she had appointed Nicholas Dresden as chief of security. It had been a stroke of genius for her and luck for him and it was a position that he took seriously. He hated the idea that anyone could potentially cheat his employer out of her hard earned money.
Which was why he was glaring into the screen right now.
Those two. Seemingly unremarkable albeit striking looking individually. Together they caught your attention with their good looks but once they were at a table? Unmissable.
With her long seemingly soft blonde hair and his dark looks they seemed distinctly opposite but they made an unstoppable team when linked.
Her glitzy dresses caught the eye as she played roulette and her innocent charms made you forget that she was winning far more than was not only possible, but advisable.
His aura of mischief made you laugh so hard you didn't realise that he had won almost every hand at blackjack—again— and had taken your life savings.
But it was once they had commandeered the poker tables that they had caught his attention. No one was that good. It was as if they had memorised all of the cards given to each player and in what order, they knew exactly when to fold and when the other player was bluffing. Between them they had to have amassed at least half a million dollars and it had come to his attention.
The security cameras showed them now, her shiny hair carefully curled on top of her head and secured with deep purple pins that matched her dress and him in a black tuxedo. They looked like a lively rich young couple, which they were.
Right now anyway.
"Please ask Ramirez to escort our guests up here."
Brandy smiled, "Yes Sir."
Down in the gaming room of the Post-Pulse casino Sunny was having a blast. She was up by about ten games of roulette and hoards of wealthy handsome men were flocking around her.
"Excellent play, Ms. Metson." The dealer said.
Sunny flashed him a smile and tossed a five hundred dollar chip at him. "There's a tip for being a sweetheart."
The dealer blushed and thanked her. Normally a dour man he was entranced by the blonde beauty charmed him with her sweetness.
Sunny glanced around keeping her eyes out for Biggs at the black-jack tables again. He was almost addicted to those.
He looked up and caught her eye, giving her a wink as he placed his last card down, the gentlemen at the table huffing in displeasure. Sunny bit back a giggle and turned back to her bet trying to gauge where to place it.
A shadow indicated that she was no longer alone and she looked up into the stern eyes of a security guard.
"Excuse me, Ma'am?"
Sunny inclined her head, "Yes"?
"I've been requested to ask you to come with me."
"Where and by whom?" she raised an eyebrow.
"By the chief of security and just upstairs," he glanced over his shoulder towards Biggs who was making his way over. "You and your boyfriend."
"Sunny?"
The blonde girl stared coolly at the security guard for a brief moment and then nodded to Biggs' unspoken question. Yes, they went with him.
She smiled sweetly, "Lead the way."
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