If I bet i like to win
nigh t - you are second only to the gorjuss VI

night
*leaves in a swathe of white*

Listen sweetcakes - I like my men to be attentive to ME.
I don't share.. You are welcome to him,,,

I beg to differ - just because my job means I'm half naked doesn't mean I sleep with every man I meet.

Besides, I'm chaste and like to be chased and preferably caught 

When you're always winning, every town you're in is a town full of losers. I'm done here. Africa here I come. You got a problem with that sugarpie?

Anyway I am sure the enigmatic Mr Leader can shed some light on the situation being as he can read faces an all...

did a double take - Candi - sorry my lovely but  a wife of mine has to have vot the Engleeesh call class - but well anything else ....................................

5:30am Blimey Scarlett, is that the only time the light is good enough to hide your wrinkles? Or do you have somewhere else to be?


3rd richest, eh Sheikh? I don't suppose you fancied branching out into owning a Vegas Hotel, did you? Plenty of money to be made here, after all.

Why no sugar, I was just wondering that was all...

So do you make a lot of money in this here gambling business?

*slaps Sheik round the choppers*


I'll have you know I'm a virgin 

Chip, honey, where abouts in Africa are you heading to? Anywhere near the Sheikh's farm?

I would have thought you would know all about 5 30 am Vi dahling seeing as you are probably just finishing work then...

I'll have you know I'm a virgin 





And I'm Mother beedin Teresa...pffft. There is nothing virginal about your grinding honey.

Oh yeah. It's not about the dollars anymore it's da winning at all costs that matters to me. It's the drug that doesn't kill.

I would have thought you would know all about 5 30 am Vi dahling seeing as you are probably just finishing work then...




If only you knew Scarlett, sweetie.

Right it's finally my slot to dance on stage - see you later kids 

I've had enough of this drivel.

Some of us have a job to do. I have a casino full of losers to check on.....without me there, they could all turn into winners, and we wouldn't want that!  Just because the Boss is dead, doesn't mean the punters should be allowed to fleece us.

*fixes an earpiece to her ear*

Table 24........keep an eye on that idiot with the Hawaiian shirt...... he's sweating like a pig, he's up to something.

*walks purposely out of the boardroom*

No darlin' I'm a city boy through and through. Cape Town Casino is my destination.

*looks interested*,,,

Well you know Chip honey, maybe you could show this simple country girl some of your magic ways with cards...

I have always fancied my chances....

*flutters eyelashes and smiles*

My Uncle Quincy gave me advice on dealing with situations like this..

A secret shared is a secret lost. There ain't no magic in cards honey, it's all about playing the people, not the cards. Someone in here is playing a good game that's for sure.

Hmmm...so this is what went on while I was with my accountant (5 hours of my life I won't get back again!).

Wonder what'll happen to my investment now that Roland has gone? The fact that I think of him and Jen as family ain't the only reason I bankrolled him when he showed me the plans for the Sweaty Palm. I know a winner when I see it and I knew he was onto as winner....and so, I thought, was I....

Ooo sorry I'm a bit late - I had a few too many cocktails as tips whilst working yesterday - had to retire to bed a bit early

I have a question.....  this chicken......    was it washed first?

5 hours with your accountant Tommy? You must have some complicated accounts to fiddle.


And it's about time you turned up Strunk.   I can't believe we employ a cocktail waitress even more useless than Brator.

Roland may have been a business genius.... but he sure could have done with some help in the recruitment department.

An excellent question

But in this instance it may have been wise to wash it afterwards as well.

I have a question too..... shouldn't Bet Black be in school??

I am not useless Bet and Roland knew it. You wait, i will prove my worth yet.

Bet Black has duck flu. She's been in bed all day.

Oh no Poor Bet...... that Duck has a lot to answer for Hope you feel better soon

So Strunk you say you were given tips as cocktails but isn't it the norm with this management for cash or card so that they can be shared?

Were you alone when you drank all these cocktails?

*puffs heavily on pipe*

Hmmmmmmmmmmm  there seems to be a bit of mystery going on in here. .

I think it's time to investigate all the details  ..I shall be back with some questions once I have explored the scene so far..  [readies magnifying glass  ]  I may be some time.. 

*swivels on heels, swishes long cloak like coat, straightens deerstalker and leaves behind plumes of smoke*

Glad Herlock Sholmes has gone - I've heard he tries to get gigs to play his violin but he's awful   with my hangover, I don't think my poor little ears could take it 

How long have you had this slot at the Sweaty Palms exactly Candi?
(And why are you so keen to get away?)

OI..... you in the stupid hat! Read the sign!

well, erm I've had the slot since 3 hours before poor Roland met his demise - he recognised I could go far 

Darn it!  It was only for one night and I was supposed to just do private dancing - I have a few bills to pay so I said yes.   I just let Jen believe it was a more permanent deal 

*ignores silly woman waving sign and wonders if she can read at all... *

it says 'do not disturb' on my table..  

 muses out loud. .

do we have a time of death yet and also wonders why would an Arab person have a pig farm

And Mr Shakup what's with offering chips to the casino for every marriage you perform?  Did you have something going with Roland?  Was he going to cut you off and arrange another deal with some other marriage venue?

It's probably a sexist pig farm.

Or a Polypigamist farm?

*stifles chortles at thought of Polypigamist Farm*