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Home Town Girl in a Vegas World
Published on Tuesday, February 26, 2013 by

Could it REALLY be day 26 of the 28 day blog writing extravaganza?!  Nicky and Mike challenge us with today’s topic, “Deal With It.”

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If she wasn’t even able to get the drink orders right, how in the world did they expect her to work a Black Jack table?  Taking off her apron, she grabbed her purse and began fumbling for a lipstick.

“There is no time for that!  We have a table filled with people and no dealer.  Every minute is another hundred dollars lost.  Put that down and let’s GO!”

Dragging her by the wrist, Tony pulled her out of the kitchen and through the bar area.  It took everything she had to stay upright with her five-inch heels and Fuck Me skirt.  Damn she hated looking this way.

“Hold ON Tony!  You are gonna make me fall and then I’ll be no good to anybody!”

“Come to Vegas,” her sister had said.  “I can get you a job in the hotel casino no problem,” she said.  So she came to Vegas, knowing full well she wasn’t really a Vegas type girl.

“It’s LAS VEGAS if you please,” her mother always chimed in.  Ugh.  What did it matter if it was Vegas or Las Vegas?  Either way, she knew she wasn’t cut from the same fabric of those who lived and worked there.

“Tony!  Slow DOWN!”

Tony didn’t slow down.  That is, until he weaved her through crowds of gamblers and fellow cocktail servers in order to reach their destination.  He pushed her forward, causing her to bump the edge of the blackjack table.

She looked up to see ten eyes staring back at her.  Well, technically, it was eight eyes… but Elvis would be asked to remove his glasses before the game began.

Over and over in her head she heard, “What am I doing here what am I doing here what am I doing here… I’m a receptionist, for heaven’s sake!”

And then she felt it.  A cold, hard stack of playing cards was shoved in her hand.  She looked down at the foreign object.  Then up at Elvis.  Then down at the cards.

With big, wide eyes, she turned her head towards Tony.

“Hellooooo blondie.  That is called a deck of cards.  DEAL WITH IT!”


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  • Nice ending.Nice story for that matter. I think you aced today’s prompt.

  • Ron


    Katherine, that was a BRILLIANT! Loved the whole “Elvis” thing!

    Faaaaaaaaabulous ending!

    And as nonamedus shared, you ACED today’s prompt!!!!


  • Mel

    Oh the poor thing.
    Excellent short!

  • Hah! Deal with it, indeed. Poor girl, I’d have felt pretty much the same way in her situation. 😉

  • I would have been just as useless if I were forced to deal at a black jack table too!

  • Gosh, I am feeling for her…being out of your comfort zone sucks. I can’t shuffle or deal cards worth a darn.

  • You dealt this hand well, Katherine. Tony’s a jerk.

  • Hey Katherine! Damn, I struggled to get past the heels and the skirt, but I’m glad I did! And it’s always nice to see The King! I’ve just added you to my blogroll, ma’am x Indigo

  • Dammit, I’m sure I’ve replied to this! GAGH! I love it, but struggled to get past the 5-inch heels and the FMS. Still, great stuff =) And I’ve just added you to my blogroll!

  • Oh boy. What an ending. I’m sure dufus must be proud. 🙂

  • Oh, very clever! And yeah, someone needs to kick Tony’s “Ace”. 🙂

  • mikewjattoomanymornings

    Well, I should’ve read your post before I wrote mine. Now I look like a card thief. Nice work, Katherine.

    Oh, one complaint: Why did you run the photo of the cards rather a photo of the 5-inch heels and Fuck Me skirt? I would’ve enjoyed that, you know. So would Nicky, Ziva, Dufus and Barb. Pervs.

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