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A Night in the City of Lights (Shiho+Silverknight)

Shiho

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Mar 17, 2016
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North America
"Now, now!" The man at my section shouts with excitement. He throws two dice into a cup, shaking it into a blur before smashing it down onto the polished table.

"Place your bets, everyone! What will it be!?"


"Evens!" I put down half the money I have left on my wager. It's far less than what I came here with. The casino is bustling with tension as money changes hands with what may as well be the flip of a coin.

The setting is New York City, 1967, in a wealthy casino on the 32nd floor of a large hotel building. If you look out the windows, at least three fully-grown men in height, you would see the bustling lights of the city far below. The room smells of alcohol and tears, and you can't even get to the bar from here anyway without taking three flights of stairs to the higher floors.

Narakawa Shiho would be my name - Family name, followed by personal name. 24 years old, female, a self-proclaimed biologist who dabbles in engineering and electronics. Rather charming, if I'm allowed to boast, in a red blouse with above-average breasts and a frilly white skirt that reaches right above my knees - I got it as a gift for myself upon arriving here. My parents migrated over here from Hokkaido before I was born, and I grew up on the western coasts before coming over to NYC five years back. It's been...acceptable, since then.

"Alright, here goes!" The man at the counter lifts the cup, revealing the scores of the dice laid within.

"Six, five! Odds!"

...Shit.



The luckier half of the table erupts in excitement, overshadowing my group in its entirety as my budget gets cut in half for the fifth time today. I sigh and turn back to the nearby table with my beer on it, drinking it down to a fifth of its maximum size and resting my head on the table. I don't feel like throwing away any money right now.
 
Carson Jones was sitting at the table, he was good at gambling a pro at it really and he had looked over at the young woman who had started bidding earlier and was losing her money already. He smiled as he looked at her, knowing that she was down on her luck. He walked over looking at the table she happened to be playing at, and he could tell that the young Japanese woman just wasn't having the luck she wanted. He stood there calmly putting his arms out on the table a bit. He thought about what he could do at the moment, she was a beautiful woman and taking a chance for one shot with her, perhaps one night of fun that they would most likely forget in time would be worth it.

Carson looked over, the young man was a good bit taller then her, on the slimmer slide though in good shape. He had long dark black hair that was tied in a pony tail at that moment, with a black suit on that was made just for him, showing off that he had money as well as looks. His brown eyes looked over at her as he smiled. "Now, let me make you a deal, I will cover all your loses on the next bet if you want, put up the money so you can make up all your loses tonight," he reasoned letting the idea float in the air over to her as he stood there. He knew there was a connection to it and she knew there would be too. "Now here is the deal, if you make your money back and double what I give you or make half back even, give me the original money and you can walk away. If you can't well, that is the money for one night in a hotel room with me, it will be in the penthouse here, best of rooms and you I am sure will have a lot of fun," he said offering her the deal in his own mind.
 
...There's someone talking to me. A man who looks a bit older than me has taken a seat at my table. I feel like he's saying something, but I can't make it out clearly. It feels kind of like the room is spinning, to be honest.

"S-Sorry, could you repeat that? I think I had a little too much to drink."

I look over at my beer glasses, and the number had grown from one to three in the span of time where I wasn't looking. One of them is a little over halfway full. "What did you say?"

...Aaah, I don't feel so good right now...
 
Carson looked at her as he blinked seeing that the woman had well to much to drink. He smiled as he put money on the table, looking at her, and then hearing that she was somewhat out of it. He looked over at her, "Well then, why don't I take you somewhere you can get some rest," he said looking at the woman. He was not above using such a situation to his own advantage, plus if nothing came of it, then we'll it would be a kind of good deed. His first idea had gone over her head due to her drinking. He put his hand on her shoulder as he looked at her. "I am more then willing to help you find your way back to your room," he announced to her as he took a roll of the dice and won some more money. "I think that your judgement as far as gambling might be impaired due to this," he commented as he could tell this woman was going to have a serious hangover the next day. Now, she might not even remember what happened that night, from what he could tell.
 
"Thank you. Do you have any water I can have? I must have forgotten how I can get with alcohol sometimes..."

We're walking down a hall with a fancy red carpet. I can feel the texture as me feet sink into the floor. I remember I thought about wearing heels today, but decided against it in the end. They're too hard to walk in, I remember reminding myself I wouldn't be able to get home in them if I got drunk. I'd probably trip and fall on one of the stairways or something. The lights overhead are all blurry - I can tell what they are but not quite their shape.

...I remember my room is on the lower floors, near the cheaper section, but when we reach the stairs I can tell we're going up instead for some reason.

"Hey, where are we going?"
 
"Well, now, that is a easy question to answer," he replied as he held her under her shoulder, helping her along. She was pretty much out of it from what he could tell, and honestly he was pretty sure that she was going to regret drinking so much the following day. That or at least she would regret not being able to hold her liquor better then she did this day. He stopped as he picked her up into his arms, not wanting her to trip over as they walked, he was easily strong enough to pick her up anyhow. He held her in his arms, tightly as he looked up the stairs.

"I am going to take you a place you can get some water and relax in style," he said confidently as he started up, moving pretty quickly for a man holding someone ,keeping his balance well as well as he made it up a couple of floors before he stopped and opened the door with his foot, and walking down the lush floors of his floor which was in the richer part of the place. He headed down to his own room a lovely room and put her down before getting the young woman some water as she had asked for.
 
He sets me down on the couch, and I decide to rest my head on one of the cushions. It's soft enough that I could fall asleep here. It's colored a dark red that reminds me of warm velvet, and it comforts my skin as I decide to rest. My legs still feel like I'd fall over if I tried to stand, but it's nice enough here that I don't really mind. Beyond that is a white carpet that spans the length of the room, a table in front of the couch, and a white bed with a black blanket on the opposite wall. There's a large light overhead, as well. I think it's a chandelier - It looks pretty.

The man returns with my water, and I sit up to receive it. I put it to my face, and it covers my lips in moist liquid as the water goes down my mouth. It feels refreshing, and my head doesn't hurt as much now either.

"Thank you." I say. I set the almost'empty glass on the nearby table.
 
He looked at her as she laid there, the young woman was very beautiful, as he watched her drink the water, the fact only stood out more then ever. He took a deep breath as he let out a sigh, he wasn't a bad person, and he hearing the word thank you, felt really bad. His intentions were far from pure, and he knew it very well. He walked over and picked up the glass of water from her and carried it over to the sink and sat it there. He then turned and found the black blanket that had been on the wall as he gave her a friendly smile. He filled up the water again and took two pills out.

"Well now, my name is Carson, miss mysterious woman," he said carrying over the blanket to her and putting the blanket over her gently letting it keep her warm. He could tell looking at her, she had a pretty face. He put the glass of water. He took the pills and took her hand and put them in it. "Take, it will help with how you feel when you wake up, miss," he said softly as he put the pills in her hand. He knew and he was sure she would know that she was going to have a rather bad hang over in the morning. "Now, did you just come here to gamble for a night?" He asked her curious about what her plans happened to be, and how long she was planning to stay there. He figured with his luck it would be one night, but it didn't hurt to ask.
 
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