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Aucion Larousse	Posted: Sep 6 2008, 04:45 PM .quote
my;mathematical;mind Group: Casino Guest Admin Posts: 13 Member No.: 3 Joined: 19-August 08	^{The typical gambler might not really understand the probabilistic nuances of the wheel or the dice, but such things seem a bit more tractable than, say, trying to raise a child in this lunatic society of ours. A number of moralists condemn lotteries and refuse to see anything noble in the passion of the ordinary gambler. They judge gambling as some atheists judge religion, by its excesses. Bringing a pen to her lip and rubbing the top edge on the skin she found there, Aucion watched the casino floor, eyes darting along the tables with interest. It was not a slow day...People were bustling, dragging their fingers across dark green velvet tables, scavaniging the chips as a ruddy colored spilled on their cheeks. Oh the sweet sensation of victory. "Mademoiselle, why aren't you gambling and enjoying yourself?" The question came as a glass of vodka was set in front of her above a white napkin; no watermarks for these fine tables she assumed. Her server wore a kind enough smile, corners twitching under the strain as she watched him lazily. "I have common-sense." She replied in a purr, glancing back at the room; a silent, dismissive gesture. While adept in most games, she never cared much for being watched, and hence...turned the tables around. Half her body was bathed with shadows as she sat, back pressed to the wall, legs crossed, notebook strewn across her lap, and a pen in her hand; pencils were useless. To anyone, she was a woman enjoying her quiet evening; not even dolled up to an extent, but still peacefully attractive...until she opened her mouth and spat daggers to some unsuspecting tentative companion. So she was lean and mean and resourceful and she continued to walk on the edge of the precipice because over the years she had become fascinated by how close she could walk without losing her balance. A curious young woman, but nothing short of entertaining if you decided to pick her mind without getting your hand bit off by those pretty white teeth of hers. But back to the matter at hand. What had drive the introverted young teacher to stare at the inhabitants of the game floor? There was no better night to observe your projects than this. Friday..pay-day. Their interactions from the start of the day were jolly, finding friends at every table they sat at. Yet as time crawled on, their movements became jerky, damn near uncontrollable. They were starting to lose their cool. Animalistic in their nature now, fights turned hard to avoid, and the alcohol was flowing thickly. There remain a handful of people whom money won't spoil, and she counted herself among them. These..however, made money seem like life or death. As she thoughtfully drank from her glass, the pen darted across paper, taking notes over a specific young gentleman who had changed his outfit of choice three times in the last hour. He had brow hair, swept back from his face to show off a nice set of sunglasses, the reflection of his cards nonexistant. But she knew what he had by the way his fingers tapped along his leg. Sometimes a man wasn't aware when his greatest mystery played hand to the female eye. They were an attentive gender, much more adept at picking things up then their counterparts. Capturing an ice cube between her fingers, Aucion munched on it quietly...or as quietly as one can chew such a thing. A quick scan around the room and she spot3e many a pretty-eyed and Blondie-haired young woman, draped in fine lace and cream silk, beautiful light gowns expertfully embroidered. She watched as one by one they were singled out and picked off by dashing men -- the shyer ones staying behind blushing to their friends; the nosier ones laughing and giggling and gossiping amongst themselves. Like charming little arm candies. It was interesting though. That a man nearly twice a girls age had at least seven beauties cheering him on. They expected something out of it, that much was true. And that's where her newest theories came to life. What relationship, game or not, went on between the trophies and their gamblers? Commonly called love; namely the desire of satisfying a voracious appetite with a certain quantity of delicate pale human flesh. The men want nothing more than the women, the women want nothing more than money. In the end, they got what they desired. Casinos, like prostitutes, took your money and left you with a smile on your face. How lucky that the two would come together at a time like this.}
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