Just another night...
Apr. 16th, 2004 04:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bloodsong1"Hey Bek. Last one?" Larry. One of the nicer cashiers.
"Two more, actually. I'm going for a walk." I hand him my bag. He empties the chips into a designated slot, tallies the total and logs it in the computer.
"Have fun."
"Thanks." I pocket my tip bag, wave to Larry and head for the hallway. A stroll around the perimeter of the casino is my preferred non-eating break. Stretch the legs, ward off advances from drunk guests trying to score, chat with my co-workers. I spot the twenty dollar tipper heading my direction. I smile and nod. I'm still on duty, can't be seen consorting with guests. He smiles back and as we pass, he slips something into my hand. I look down. It's a napkin. I open it, mindful of the cameras that are always watching. Keep your hands in plain sight at all times. Nothing falls out of the napkin. It's his name and number, plus a time to call. Aw. How sweet. I look up at the nearest camera, grin and wave the napkin at it. "I'm being hit on!" I mouth. The guys in security ought to get a chuckle out of that. I pocket the napkin, check my watch, and head for my next table.
"Two more, actually. I'm going for a walk." I hand him my bag. He empties the chips into a designated slot, tallies the total and logs it in the computer.
"Have fun."
"Thanks." I pocket my tip bag, wave to Larry and head for the hallway. A stroll around the perimeter of the casino is my preferred non-eating break. Stretch the legs, ward off advances from drunk guests trying to score, chat with my co-workers. I spot the twenty dollar tipper heading my direction. I smile and nod. I'm still on duty, can't be seen consorting with guests. He smiles back and as we pass, he slips something into my hand. I look down. It's a napkin. I open it, mindful of the cameras that are always watching. Keep your hands in plain sight at all times. Nothing falls out of the napkin. It's his name and number, plus a time to call. Aw. How sweet. I look up at the nearest camera, grin and wave the napkin at it. "I'm being hit on!" I mouth. The guys in security ought to get a chuckle out of that. I pocket the napkin, check my watch, and head for my next table.
