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Destined To Explode

Thirty-Nine.

There’s another loud cheer as the tiny white ball settles in the numbered slot, the roulette table slowly spinning to a stop as the dealer hands Alex more chips that he can cash in later, Alex greedily stacking them up in small piles as he eyes his next bet – looking at me for a number again after my three strong winning streak.

“Fourteen.” It’s spoken quickly and quietly, barely a whisper as he leans in closer, eyeing the other people stood around the table with a calculated stare – they had been leaning in closer to our little, almost silent conversation to get a tip.

One guy earlier had offered me ten dollars to give him a number off the top of my head, but I had refused – if I was Lady Luck tonight, then the people who I knew and loved were going to be reaping the rewards, not some sleazy guy probably only here to gamble away his money before his wife could divorce him and take it.

The dealer calls no more bets loudly as he drops the ball into the spinning circle, our little group who were supporting Alex holding their breaths as we watch the blurring ball spin until it clinks into a dip and Alex is jumping up and down like a little child, arms tightening around me for a split second before he’s shuffling another ton of chips towards him.

“I think that I’ll quit while I’m ahead.” Alex states, looking around at the gang and then to me, watching the majority of us nod. “Good.”

He skips off, his pockets and hands full with the mostly green ($25) and red ($5) chips to go find a booth in which to get real cash in exchange for them. I trail after Travis to go and find more alcohol to put into our systems, putting up no argument when Travis orders us both a glass of whatever red wine they had going from the bar, just grinning when it’s present and Travis hands over a couple of bills.

“Someone’s having a lucky streak tonight.” Travis smiles over the rim of his glass, nudging my arm with his elbow. “I say that we go and find a blackjack table and bet away some of my money.”

“Let’s get going, boy-o!”

I finish the rest of my wine, sliding the glass back across the bar and stride after Travis as he searches out a table to sit at, gesturing me over to watch one hand, one poor guy losing four hundred dollars before he leaves with a few cuss words about his wife killing him, which makes me chuckle – people shouldn’t bet away money they don’t have.

Travis exchanges two hundred dollars of his hard earned cash into chips, grabbing my hand and placing it on his shoulder. “Radiate some of your luck onto me now, Poppy. If I lose this, I’m eating cereal for the next three weeks.”

I squeeze his shoulder for a few seconds, before I let my arm fall back down to my side, eyeing Travis’ cards carefully once they’re dealt, wincing a little as he asks for another hit, only for a sigh to pass both of our lips as his total only tops up to eighteen.

“You want another drink, babe?” Alex’s voice whispers into my ear, a hand slipping around my middle until it’s resting on the opposite hip, the arm constricting and pulling me closer to his own body. “I think that you deserve one.”

I turn to look at him, enjoying the happy and care-free smile that’s now somewhat permanent on his face, telling Travis where I’m going without looking away, glad that Rian and Kurily decide to stay with the red head – he needed someone to tell him when to stop.

Alex leads me by the hand back to the bar, asking what I want before he orders, an arm being placed around my shoulders as he takes a seat on the stool next to mine. “Happy to be in the money, Lex?”

He chuckles, glancing over at me for a second before he accepts the drinks and passes the dollars over. “Having that little bit of extra cash in my pockets has definitely brought a smile to my face, no denying.” He laughs. “All thanks to you, of course.”

He leans over quickly, pressing his lips to mine before I can even register what he’s doing. Neither one of us are fans of public affection, in fact, we had both ripped shreds out of Cass and Rian earlier in the night for a semi-public makeout session that they had in the elevator on their way down to the casino. It’s when I feel his tongue brush against my bottom lip that I pull back slowly, smirking at the low moan that sounds in the back of his throat. “Don’t get carried away now.”

“But it’s just so easy,” he whines. “Please?”

“Later,” I smile, jumping up from my bar stool, holding my hand out to him. “Come on, I think that we should go and find Jack.”

The last time I had seen the boy in question, he had been glued to a slot machine, losing more money than he was getting back and blaming Vinny for it as he went. Not that Vinny had any control over Jack’s hand as it repeatedly pulled the lever.

~*~*~*~

He’s still in the same vicinity, skipping from one empty machine to another – annoying the people who probably came here every day to satisfy their gambling problem and didn’t want a drunk guitar player disturbing the peace.

Only this time, his suit jacket is gone, the tie he’d had on is now wrapped around his head, his shirt completely unbuttoned and I was sure that his belt has been unbuckled too.

Vinny is still with him, thank God, and Dan from We The Kings, trailing around as my cousin does some form of leprechaun dance when the machine spits out a small win his way – Vinny looking completely embarrassed as people start to stare while Dan has his fist stuck in his mouth trying to quiet his hilarity.

“You know…” He stops to gulp down more laughter as Jack falls over. “I thought that Travis was a bad enough drunk – but we seem to have it easy.”

“Yeah, well Alex isn’t much better when he’s had a few either,” I bite my tongue with a playful grin as Alex complains and bumps his hip with mine. “Kidding.”

Alex was in fact, no more mature when he drank a lot (which apparently Jack had in between throwing away his money) and when he was with Jack, it only accelerated the stupidity between them. My train of thought is cut short as Travis comes screeching over, flailing his arms, the majority of the people on the tour following him as he shouts something about winning and black ($100) chips.

Rian translates for us as we stand puzzled. “He just won like seven hundred dollars from Blackjack and now he wants to hire out a limo to take us to a different casino.”

“Can we?” Travis honestly looks like a small child asking to go on the swings in the local park as he gazes over us all, the majority of us nodding and the rest just looking nonchalant about it all. “Score!”

He zips off again, heading out of the casino instead of back into the madness and we all wait around for a few seconds before following. “I have a feeling that this is going to end up like ‘The Hangover’.”

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Comments

So I just read the whole thing and it's fucking amazing!

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12/26/13

How often you actually update this story and how good it is makes me so happy!! Your such a good wroter :)

SarahBethBarakat SarahBethBarakat
12/24/13

Love!!!

Maggie_2009 Maggie_2009
12/24/13

I love this

Ellama Ellama
12/23/13

Update soon :D

Ellama Ellama
12/23/13