Shadowydreamer’s Scribbles
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Jaana couldn’t say she’d ever really understood gambling. The games changes over the centuries, but the general principal seemed to remain the same - he who could cheat best won. People flushed away more money than they could afford day after day chasing a star of a dream just out of reach. The more even the game, the less she understood it. She watched people put coins in machines for hours, just sitting there hoping and praying to the money gods for hope of a payout and maybe breaking out even. There were plenty of entertainments she thought much more cost effective and even more than were actually entertaining.
The lights spiralled and the music of money chimed and she moved through the herd. If anyone had designed these places she’d have thought the ancients of her kind not humanity. It seemed a place designed to take advantage of the prey and most humans were piss poor hunters. She got asked her age by security regularly, hadn’t they ever met a short person before? Of course, that she’d been sixteen when she died and her age froze probably didn’t help but money provided all things including an identity that said she was twenty-three. They all thought it was fake ID, as it was, but couldn’t prove it considering it had come from the government agency that issued the real ID. She knew they could ask her to leave, but the lust for money seemed to overcome common sense. Jaana couldn’t say she’d ever had money woes, when she hadn’t had money she stole what she needed and once reliable banks came into the picture she took the long view for investments. While often she was paid for dancing, she danced for the love not the money.
She spotted a male being obnoxious to one of the staff. Obviously she wasn’t allowed to plant a knee in an uncomfortable place to make him let her go, so she was forced to try and play nice while he grabbed her arm and tried to drool on her cleavage. Jaana spotted the security staff who should be protecting the woman giving directions to an elderly couple who looked like they should have been buried five years before. ~Thank the gods that will never be me.~ She stifled the shudder at the thought of being that old and broken.
“C’mon darlin’, just tell me when you get off shift..” the man was slurring his words but his grip seemed solid enough.
“Forget her,” Jaana said with a twist of mental force to her words. The man turned to look at her, eyes starting to glaze over, “You can do better. You can find willing.”
The man let go of the waitresses arm. The waitress immediately started rubbing her arm and said “Thanks!” quietly. She slipped off, obviously to go get security to rescue her rescuer.
Jaana didn’t need rescuing and she didn’t want this mortal rescued either. “Come with me,” she told him.
“Well, you betcha!” he seemed to be warming up to her, happy to lead her in the direction she wanted him to go.
She supposed she should be grateful that he was staying in the casino, she wasn’t sure she wanted to put up with him long enough to get to whatever hotel he was staying at if it’d been elsewhere. The room was one of the cheapest the casino offered. Once the door was closed and he leaned into her she grabbed his alcohol fuelled mind in her own. “Sleep.” She ordered and he collapsed on the spot. She’d had to jump out of the way to avoid getting fallen on. Grumbling curses under her breath she dragged the sot to the bed and hefted him up. The weight wasn’t so much the problem as his size, he was an awkward mess of jelly. How could she have known the idiot wouldn’t go to bed to sleep like most normal beings would?
Once she had him sprawled across the bed she straddled him. She leaned down and placed lips and canines against his neck to drink deeply. She was tempted to leave him to be found dead of exsanguination but discretion was the better part of valour. Not just because she couldn’t imagine her brand new Lord would be very thrilled if she left dead bodies about to be found. Instead, with a bit of a buzz from the alcohol filled blood, she clambered off and left in sleeping deeply. He’d have one hell of a hangover and probably wouldn’t be good for much for several days if he didn’t visit a doctor, but he probably wouldn’t die.
She had a one sided conversation with the drunk about how he should treat females in the future, but she wasn’t sure how much of it actually stuck in his subconscious. Ah well, maybe he’d apologize to the waitress, or maybe he’d go back to blaming his mother or father or uncle Sid for whatever problems were rattling around in his head.
She checked herself for blood splatters in the door’s mirror. Spotless, she went back out into the hall and made her way out of the casino. Even satisfied and full, she couldn’t say she could understand the attraction of the places any better than before she’d walked in.