"Stop looking at the door", he chided himself, as he glanced to the entrance of the hotel bar yet again. "She'll come or she won't, she didn't say either way, and if she doesn't, well, nothing lost from trying". He took a sip from his drink, glancing up again and smiling as he saw her in the doorway, looking from side to side. He half-rose from his chair, waving to get her attention. She smiled and walked toward him.
"Wow!", he thought, as he watched her cross the room -- or more precisely, as he watched the outline of her nipples bobbing under the thin fabric of her dress as she crossed the room. It was sleeveless, white with a flowing skirt. "She
has
to know what that does with her breasts, doesn't she?" She neared the table and he stood to pull out the empty chair for her, reminding himself "eye contact, eye contact!"
"I'm glad you came", he said, grinning, as she put her clutch purse on the table and sat down, "and in a moment I am going to tell you that you look stunning, but first I have a question! In the excitement, it only occurred to me after the fact that I don't know your name, and I would never forgive myself if I walked away from today not knowing that. And you don't know mine. I'm Nick. Nick Dimitrov" He held out a hand, which she took, smiling back at him. "Ariel Emms", she said, "nice to formally meet you, Nick. And thank you, you look very smart yourself!"
"Ah-ah", he said, waving a finger jokingly, "I didn't tell you you look stunning yet!"
She laughed, replying, "No, but you're going to -- and you are too kind. I do like this dress, it's hard for anyone not to look good in it! I wear it when I want to make nice impressions." She smiled, waggling her upper torso slightly, making him momentarily lose his resolve to look only at her eyes.
"It certainly does that", he said, thinking to himself "oh yes, she knows what it does!" He lifted the bottle of wine from the table and looking questioningly at her. She nodded, and he filled her glass while saying. "But you'd already made an impression on me. I have never left a roulette table with as much money as that before! Usually I just play till my chips are gone" he said, laughing, "and I know it's probably rude to ask, but - surely that was about $100,000 you left with?"
She smiled noncommittally, saying "It was lucky for me I was at a high stakes table and it was an outside bet, yes. But what about you? Not everyone spots a winning streak as quickly as you did. And usually people assume my luck has to change and start to bet against me, but you rode with me to the end! To be honest, that's mostly why I accepted your invitation for drinks." She lifted her glass, and silently toasted him before taking a sip.
"Mostly?" he said with a grin.
"Well, you also have a nice smile. To be honest, I'm not certain you aren't casino security, but I thought 'what's the harm?'" She grinned at him over the top of her glass as she took a sip of her drink. "And you have a
really
nice smile."
He smiled at her, saying "Whatever it was that got you here, I'm ok with it!" He poured himself wine, then started saying "So are you in Vegas for busin-"
"Sorry to interrupt, but look behind you, now!"
Nick turned, brow furrowing in confusion, trying to decide what he was supposed to be looking for, as a waiter with a tray of drinks hurried past, catching his foot on something and nearly falling, but somehow managing to catch his balance without any glasses falling from his tray.
"Hunh! Impressive" Nick said, turning back to Ariel "What did he trip over?"
"I couldn't see, sorry"
"Then how did you know he was going to trip?"
Ariel smiled. "So, in a while, you are going to say to me 'how could you possibly know that?', and that question is probably better answered then. Anyway, tell me more about Brenda! She sounds fun!"
Nick looked at her in confusion. "Brenda? Sorry, I'm...who?"
"Did you see her again?" Seeing his confusion, she said "Sorry, my timing is rough, I've had too much wine for careful fine-tuning! But the upside is that that makes me more, um, open-minded!" She smiled at him knowingly across her glass.
"You...you haven't even finished that glass yet", Nick replied, struggling to make sense of the suddenly-odd conversation.
"Not yet, no!" With that, she drained her glass and held it out to him to refill. "No, really, I'm not drunk. And I'm not insane, I just...decided something!" She laughed lightly. "But sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. Ha! Ahead of myself, that's funny!" She sat up straighter, trying to look more serious while still smiling, a lock of her hair falling in front of her face. "You had a question."
"I...oh, well, just small talk, really, are you in town for business or pleasure".
"Business, of course! Wasn't that obvious from the way we met? But that doesn't mean I'm necessarily
opposed
to mixing in some pleasure." She grinned. "That should also be obvious from the way we met!"
"Wait, you mean -- you're here to gamble? Professionally?" As she started to tilt her head, raising an eyebrow in slight rebuke, he held out his palms and said "No, no wait, I don't mean I'm surprised because you're a woman -- it's because you were at the roulette table! Those are about the worst odds in the house!" He paused. "Ok, look, everybody says they have a system -- and everything I know says there
are
no systems. BUT -- I watched you walk away with, well, a
very
large sum of money!" She waggled her head in vague assent. "So apparently what I thought I know is wrong!" He threw up his hands in mock despair.
Ariel laughed. "See,
this
is what made me decide! Well, this and your smile, admittedly you had a good headstart!"
"Ok, but...but...
how
?!!" He grinned at her. "You can't just tell me that you've found a way to beat a roulette table and expect me to say 'hmm, interesting' then ask how your flight was! Seriously!"
She grinned, sipping her wine. "Well, strictly you're the one who said I have a system, not me. And if you're trying to persuade me you
aren't
casino security, you're doing a bad job of it!" She laughed. "But let me answer your question with a question" she continued. "I have this theory that we all have some things we remember that are maybe not earth-shattering, but they have a significance in our own lives that means the details are burned into our memory. Right?" Nick nodded, murmuring a sound of agreement. She continued "So, I've had this conversation before, and it turns out a thing most men seem to remember is the first time they felt up a girl."
He twisted his head sharply to one side, squinting hard, and said jokingly "sorry, just trying to deal with the whiplash from the sudden turns this conversation keeps taking!" She laughed, but replied "I bet I'm right, though -- aren't I?"