Everyday Moments Of Perfection
A/N: Jasper and Alice take a little trip to Las Vegas... and drop off at a casino... :)
"One hundred thousand - on red eight."
The onlookers gasped, their mouths round in shock. Alice just smirked and faster than the human eye could catch, winked at the handsome, golden-haired figure beside her.
Jasper maintained his stoic mask for the benefit of the casino's many eyes-in-the-sky, but Alice could see his amber eyes twinkle in amusement.
The dealer faltered in the cool, collected mask she had been trained to maintain under all circumstances. She stammered slightly, "One-one hundred thousand?"
"Yes," said Alice confidently, firmly sweeping her hand across the board and placing a tall stack of chips onto the assigned spot, as the people around her whispered excitedly - both at the prospect of seeing someone potentially win just over three and a half million dollars, or consequently lose it all. Both outcomes warranted a high amount of tension.
The dealer looked faint, but continued nonetheless. Alice felt Jasper's cool hand on the small of her back and he whispered in her ear at vampire speed; "She's feeling jealous of you, my love."
"Well, clearly." Alice replied at the same pace. "I have got the hottest date alive. No, wait... in existence." She beamed from ear to ear.
Jasper looked a little embarrassed and corrected, "No, love. I meant about all the money. She's hopeful - hoping it lands on anything other than red eight, I suspect."
"Well…" said Alice, trailing off as the ball came to a stop between the small, metal separators of number... eight. Red.
"Better luck next time, 'cause we're going to hire the most expensive room in all of Las Vegas with this horde," Alice grinned, having to speak up over the roar of disbelief.
Returning to normal speaking speed, Alice retrieved her now very much increased pile of chips and smiled sweetly at the dealer. "Thanks, hon."
The dealer and the other players just stared as Alice wrapped her arm around Jasper's waist and sauntered away, chips in hand.
Beside the table, one of the onlookers - a Texan man with a beige cowboy hat - slapped his forehead in disbelief. "Well…daaaamn."