B+W Version:
I am at work. I am wearing my assigned uniform: a skirt, bustier, and black patent shoes. Currently, I am surrounded by other girls in the same uniform. There are alcohols and soda being poured all around me. I step out of the doorway and hear the slot machines. Some people are yelling at screaming, others are sad looking. Slowly, I walk around the floor.
Spiced up version:
As I stand in the service bar, I discreetly try to re-adjust my bustier top. My ribs feel like an elephant is sitting on them, and I swear I can't breathe. Around me, my co-workers scramble around to pour drinks and add the finishing touches to their drinks. One drink is bright blue with skewers of pineapple floating on top, I lick my lips and wish that I could just sip it a couple times. I glance at the clock, and realize that I have been wasting too much time in the service bar. I grab my tray, and head out the archway towards the sounds of the clanging and dinging of slot machines. In the distance, someone is screaming, I recognize the yells, and I laugh to myself. There is one "screamer" that gets excited for every won nickel. As I swish by the chairs full of people, I see one person, arms covering the slot machine. His long scraggly beard nearly touching his chest as he bowed his head, almost afraid to look at the monitor. He looks sad and depressed, I slowly keep walking.
Super Spiced Up Version:
I stand in the middle of the service bar at work, adjusting my uniform because I can't breathe and my ribs are slowly being crushed. My co-workers prepare drinks around me and quickly run out the door. I grab my tray and follow them out. Once outside on the floor I enter a vast 3 story casino, with a Cirque De Soleil performance at the far end. Everyone in the casino is dressed in a long dark velvet robe, as they sip their free beverages. I begin to make my way through the casino, dodging fire-eaters and sword swallowers as I try to get to my assigned work section. In the distance people are screaming for joy. In this casino, no one is sad as they take in the sights, sounds, and smells.
I played a slot machine at Hollywood once. I put in $5 and won $4.50--I considered that a big win and left while 'ahead.'
ReplyDeleteVersions 1 and 2 work nicely--2 builds perfectly on the bones of 1. What have you got for 3?
ReplyDeleteI like the brief, walking-by descriptions of the slot floor.
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