Vivicous grinning poisons swirled in her eyes as she walked out of the casino a millionaire. Chase was a master of theatrics, and among those pretty paints was the luxury of acting like a bad actress. It was easy, swift. Newly made a certain someone?s wife hours before by no other than the King himself, reporters have already spotted her but had bigger fish to fry, finally.
Chase was a hard character to hide anywhere. Ever. Yet she made dealers give her their trust and dollars and deals. She knew how to take care of people. A chip of thanks there. 100 here, 50 there, and you had friends you could depend on. You had trust and comfort. And attractiveness was never in short supply for the long-since retired Rock Goddess. She was big once, and remembered.
If worse came to worse, she?d say she was an impersonator. And proven by her scratch of 6,000 dollars in less than an hour of playing at the tables.. She was a good liar. She was done for the night though. She?d have her thrills later. And the chips were cashed and that wad being magically hidden neatly in the false prison of her sleeve and palm. Brandon was sought after now, walking through the main pool area of the hotel first on the way to the lobby.
Mr. Holyfield was sunning himself beside the pool. He was relaxing, well as much as Brandon could. His cell was to his ear as he discussed and approved the repair bill of the snow plow. A snow blower had been on the fritz when he?d left and his manager had wanted to buy a new one. So when approached, he probably had a scowl on his face. There wasn?t anything that couldn?t be fixed!
But, he was relaxing, he reminded himself. So when her shadow passed and paused over him, the cell phone was snapped shut. He put his hand over his forehead to block the sun. Placing his phone onto the table next to the cocktail that was getting watery, Brandon sat up and scoot back. The lounge chair was pat in an open invitation for his wife to join him.
?Well hello, Beautiful. How?d you do?? He hadn?t expected much, he knew Las Vegas casinos could rob a person blind. Not that he had any doubt of Chase?s ability to wine and dine lady luck; he just doubted that the casinos even let that lady in their doors.
The Gypsy was dressed truthful to herself. Only with one difference. It was all in white. Dim trimmings of black lace were embedded in the corset she wore, and the white fabric of her dress shirt was riddled with pretty licks of sunlight from above. White pumps.. Pumps meant to give her altitude and the figure needed to really get some casino blood pumping. White denim skirt was added with white makeup. The makeup just below showgirl gawdyness. And the white star over her eye painted white. Grace met the unalduterated taste of the Gypo. Those rainbow dreads had golden little strands mixed in with them, and white ribbons braided onto some and latched on. Hair was covered by a fedora. Casual, yet extravagant. How did she do it? Only Chase knew.
?Excuse me..? She added coyly. ?You?ll have to watch your mouth. My husband could be anywhere, and arrive at any minute. I?d watch myself if I were you.? Said like the perfect Stepford Wife. Robotic, yet pleasant and without that clustered accent of hers. Another mark of a great performer.
And she did take that offer, and sat on the rest chair beside him. Those legs were exposed up to her upper thighs, shining in the sign as if they were there all along. ?6K for today. If we decide to go the Ballagio or the Cosmopolitan, much more.? But there was no scheme. This was fun. This was her vacation. It wasn?t with a team. And it was so low scale it was barely a blip on the radar. Too brilliant to taste without the dollar bills hidden up her sleeves.
?Well I?m sure your husband would make an exception for me,? he chuckled and when she lowered her brilliantly clad self onto the lounger, he wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled his nose to her cheek before blessing it with a soft kiss. ?Lookit you, all fancy and dolled up and winning at the tables. I think I?ve got a sugar momma now.? He chuckled and continued to hold her, he was unable to do anything else. She was the magnet his steel was drawn to.
Dressed in a pair of black trunks cheekily done up in a tuxedo style. The seat of the pants, invisible for now, was lettered with, ?Hands off ladies, it?s taken. Just married!? Brandon was in a merry mood, despite the phone call from Rhy?din. ?I?ve been reading brochures about buffets and shows. I want to go to Circus Circus and play the booths. There?s buffets all over town, and the best rated is the Silver Dollar City. What do you think?? So accustomed to being on a schedule, some things were hard to leave behind. His questions were made to begin his schedule making plans and if anybody didn?t know better, they?d think he had a planner and pen in hand. ?Oh,? he pecked the corner of her mouth with a kiss. ?Have I told you how much I love you, Chase??
Chase was embraced, and taken greatly with the grand dip of her skull in accordance with his. Pretty posies were lined in their speech, and she sincerely loved the cornball lines tagged to his derrier. It?s the loving dorkiness in his demeanor that made him so truly lovable. And pretty snaked arms shrugged out of that fancy as jacket to show a crisp white top slitted with lacy back lining around those elaborately illustrated stains on her skin.
The two were so mismatched, but that was love. Whatever it could be, it would definitely be that. ?Tell me again, mate.? And the brightness in her glee was so clearly there of a new bride. A happy one, joyful to be with the one she chose. And the one that chose her.
?Mmm,? his hands moved up and down her arms, absorbing her warmth. The inked skin, so alive with illustrations was in such contrast of his own, unpainted digits. ?Words could not express.? He admitted, and it was true. As mis-matched as they were, they were perfect. She was wild and exciting and he was dull and boring. Together they met a happy medium.
?So, Mrs. Chase Rosewinds-Holyfield, what are we going to do?? The thoughts of the brochures, the buffets, the shows, all out of the window. This was their honeymoon and it was time that Brandon loosened out of his boss mentality and just go with the flow.
?Well, I?m sold and I haven?t been really.. enjoyed yet. Don?t you think?? Chase smirked at him with a justice so devious. If a cheater could sling, it was the magnet of all slingers that was in his arms. But Chase came to kiss him, one leg prying upwards in a kicking pop that happened often when they kissed. She dressed to impress.
Her lips were ripe and glossed with a silvery polish that made them look like they were made of ice. But they weren?t. His fingers traced drawings of roses, vines, markings of scars, and everything in between. She was the punkerella bride that was in the place she wanted to be. ?Cash your chips, big boy.?
?Well, when you put it that way,? he murmured against those warmly frosted lips. He was all smiles, even when he was puckering up. Happy was just a small way of describing the utmost joy the man had in his heart. ?Consumating this marriage sounds like a very good idea indeed.?
And then he was up, with her in his arms. Her weight was nothing to him, as accustomed to working with bags of mulch, dirt and sod. His arm cradled her legs as his other supported her neck and shoulders. They were met with rounds of applause and the pings of chips and tokens being tossed at them as they crossed the casino and into the lobby of the hotel. It was a party in Las Vegas and the newly married were the toast of the town. Brandon and Chase were no exception to this rule.
She smiling miles past those ears as he was carrying his granted prize into the casino. Waves given to those applauding masses. A different ring was upon her finger now among the many others. And she was full of that glow of joy any woman would have newly married. There was no doubt that the drink or two provided by the courtesies of the House helped with her lack of nerves. And she was happy.
There were vague hoots and trills, and passing waitresses paused to applause and all passage. It was too perfect. She enjoyed talking to the staff and vice versa. What wasn?t there to like about Chase? The woman was impossibly charismatic. And she looked back to the goody two shoes who was holding her with such ease. Even an over the top breed like Chase loved the little things. And the two had ample time to rejoice in those little things for the rest of their lives.
While Chase flourished with the applause and the whistles, Brandon flushed to his roots. Even his ears bore the crimson of his embarrassment. He wasn?t one who was accustomed to such things. He hurried past the ?atta-boys? and ?get it girls? that were tossed their way with the laughter that said the crowd was sharing, if only briefly, in their marital bliss. Soon they were in the lobby and the elevator button was pushed. He took a moment to breathe then and admire his bride with his eyes and then his lips.
They had been through a lifetime of joy and misery together and found the strength in each other to pull through it all. In his mind, there was nothing they couldn?t do, so long as they did it together. With a clang, the elevator door opened and he stepped inside. Finally his coloring was returning to normal once they were in seclusion of that little box that rode and rode upwards to their penthouse in the sky. He kissed her again, and again. Her tiny, lithe body was squeezed. And his body was more than awake and had been since she sat down on that lounge only a few moments prior. He was an ?aww shucks? kind of guy, but that wouldn?t do in such a moment and in such a place.
Brandon was adored for his shyness of simple shouted praises. Differences complimented the other. The two fit just right for each other. And she was taken in kisses. And kisses she, too, did take. Hell, she welcomed herself. And helped herself. Her hands clung to his neck and face and kissed him with such ease that the hunger was more a difference than their kiss. They had gone through so much.
The two had fought and harmed one another, and Chase had tested their love in a nearly cruel number and amount of ways, but this was not ending anything. Not even the bad times that were sure to come. But, with Brandon, she was ready. She was at peace with that fact. And ready.
Chase was a hard character to hide anywhere. Ever. Yet she made dealers give her their trust and dollars and deals. She knew how to take care of people. A chip of thanks there. 100 here, 50 there, and you had friends you could depend on. You had trust and comfort. And attractiveness was never in short supply for the long-since retired Rock Goddess. She was big once, and remembered.
If worse came to worse, she?d say she was an impersonator. And proven by her scratch of 6,000 dollars in less than an hour of playing at the tables.. She was a good liar. She was done for the night though. She?d have her thrills later. And the chips were cashed and that wad being magically hidden neatly in the false prison of her sleeve and palm. Brandon was sought after now, walking through the main pool area of the hotel first on the way to the lobby.
Mr. Holyfield was sunning himself beside the pool. He was relaxing, well as much as Brandon could. His cell was to his ear as he discussed and approved the repair bill of the snow plow. A snow blower had been on the fritz when he?d left and his manager had wanted to buy a new one. So when approached, he probably had a scowl on his face. There wasn?t anything that couldn?t be fixed!
But, he was relaxing, he reminded himself. So when her shadow passed and paused over him, the cell phone was snapped shut. He put his hand over his forehead to block the sun. Placing his phone onto the table next to the cocktail that was getting watery, Brandon sat up and scoot back. The lounge chair was pat in an open invitation for his wife to join him.
?Well hello, Beautiful. How?d you do?? He hadn?t expected much, he knew Las Vegas casinos could rob a person blind. Not that he had any doubt of Chase?s ability to wine and dine lady luck; he just doubted that the casinos even let that lady in their doors.
The Gypsy was dressed truthful to herself. Only with one difference. It was all in white. Dim trimmings of black lace were embedded in the corset she wore, and the white fabric of her dress shirt was riddled with pretty licks of sunlight from above. White pumps.. Pumps meant to give her altitude and the figure needed to really get some casino blood pumping. White denim skirt was added with white makeup. The makeup just below showgirl gawdyness. And the white star over her eye painted white. Grace met the unalduterated taste of the Gypo. Those rainbow dreads had golden little strands mixed in with them, and white ribbons braided onto some and latched on. Hair was covered by a fedora. Casual, yet extravagant. How did she do it? Only Chase knew.
?Excuse me..? She added coyly. ?You?ll have to watch your mouth. My husband could be anywhere, and arrive at any minute. I?d watch myself if I were you.? Said like the perfect Stepford Wife. Robotic, yet pleasant and without that clustered accent of hers. Another mark of a great performer.
And she did take that offer, and sat on the rest chair beside him. Those legs were exposed up to her upper thighs, shining in the sign as if they were there all along. ?6K for today. If we decide to go the Ballagio or the Cosmopolitan, much more.? But there was no scheme. This was fun. This was her vacation. It wasn?t with a team. And it was so low scale it was barely a blip on the radar. Too brilliant to taste without the dollar bills hidden up her sleeves.
?Well I?m sure your husband would make an exception for me,? he chuckled and when she lowered her brilliantly clad self onto the lounger, he wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled his nose to her cheek before blessing it with a soft kiss. ?Lookit you, all fancy and dolled up and winning at the tables. I think I?ve got a sugar momma now.? He chuckled and continued to hold her, he was unable to do anything else. She was the magnet his steel was drawn to.
Dressed in a pair of black trunks cheekily done up in a tuxedo style. The seat of the pants, invisible for now, was lettered with, ?Hands off ladies, it?s taken. Just married!? Brandon was in a merry mood, despite the phone call from Rhy?din. ?I?ve been reading brochures about buffets and shows. I want to go to Circus Circus and play the booths. There?s buffets all over town, and the best rated is the Silver Dollar City. What do you think?? So accustomed to being on a schedule, some things were hard to leave behind. His questions were made to begin his schedule making plans and if anybody didn?t know better, they?d think he had a planner and pen in hand. ?Oh,? he pecked the corner of her mouth with a kiss. ?Have I told you how much I love you, Chase??
Chase was embraced, and taken greatly with the grand dip of her skull in accordance with his. Pretty posies were lined in their speech, and she sincerely loved the cornball lines tagged to his derrier. It?s the loving dorkiness in his demeanor that made him so truly lovable. And pretty snaked arms shrugged out of that fancy as jacket to show a crisp white top slitted with lacy back lining around those elaborately illustrated stains on her skin.
The two were so mismatched, but that was love. Whatever it could be, it would definitely be that. ?Tell me again, mate.? And the brightness in her glee was so clearly there of a new bride. A happy one, joyful to be with the one she chose. And the one that chose her.
?Mmm,? his hands moved up and down her arms, absorbing her warmth. The inked skin, so alive with illustrations was in such contrast of his own, unpainted digits. ?Words could not express.? He admitted, and it was true. As mis-matched as they were, they were perfect. She was wild and exciting and he was dull and boring. Together they met a happy medium.
?So, Mrs. Chase Rosewinds-Holyfield, what are we going to do?? The thoughts of the brochures, the buffets, the shows, all out of the window. This was their honeymoon and it was time that Brandon loosened out of his boss mentality and just go with the flow.
?Well, I?m sold and I haven?t been really.. enjoyed yet. Don?t you think?? Chase smirked at him with a justice so devious. If a cheater could sling, it was the magnet of all slingers that was in his arms. But Chase came to kiss him, one leg prying upwards in a kicking pop that happened often when they kissed. She dressed to impress.
Her lips were ripe and glossed with a silvery polish that made them look like they were made of ice. But they weren?t. His fingers traced drawings of roses, vines, markings of scars, and everything in between. She was the punkerella bride that was in the place she wanted to be. ?Cash your chips, big boy.?
?Well, when you put it that way,? he murmured against those warmly frosted lips. He was all smiles, even when he was puckering up. Happy was just a small way of describing the utmost joy the man had in his heart. ?Consumating this marriage sounds like a very good idea indeed.?
And then he was up, with her in his arms. Her weight was nothing to him, as accustomed to working with bags of mulch, dirt and sod. His arm cradled her legs as his other supported her neck and shoulders. They were met with rounds of applause and the pings of chips and tokens being tossed at them as they crossed the casino and into the lobby of the hotel. It was a party in Las Vegas and the newly married were the toast of the town. Brandon and Chase were no exception to this rule.
She smiling miles past those ears as he was carrying his granted prize into the casino. Waves given to those applauding masses. A different ring was upon her finger now among the many others. And she was full of that glow of joy any woman would have newly married. There was no doubt that the drink or two provided by the courtesies of the House helped with her lack of nerves. And she was happy.
There were vague hoots and trills, and passing waitresses paused to applause and all passage. It was too perfect. She enjoyed talking to the staff and vice versa. What wasn?t there to like about Chase? The woman was impossibly charismatic. And she looked back to the goody two shoes who was holding her with such ease. Even an over the top breed like Chase loved the little things. And the two had ample time to rejoice in those little things for the rest of their lives.
While Chase flourished with the applause and the whistles, Brandon flushed to his roots. Even his ears bore the crimson of his embarrassment. He wasn?t one who was accustomed to such things. He hurried past the ?atta-boys? and ?get it girls? that were tossed their way with the laughter that said the crowd was sharing, if only briefly, in their marital bliss. Soon they were in the lobby and the elevator button was pushed. He took a moment to breathe then and admire his bride with his eyes and then his lips.
They had been through a lifetime of joy and misery together and found the strength in each other to pull through it all. In his mind, there was nothing they couldn?t do, so long as they did it together. With a clang, the elevator door opened and he stepped inside. Finally his coloring was returning to normal once they were in seclusion of that little box that rode and rode upwards to their penthouse in the sky. He kissed her again, and again. Her tiny, lithe body was squeezed. And his body was more than awake and had been since she sat down on that lounge only a few moments prior. He was an ?aww shucks? kind of guy, but that wouldn?t do in such a moment and in such a place.
Brandon was adored for his shyness of simple shouted praises. Differences complimented the other. The two fit just right for each other. And she was taken in kisses. And kisses she, too, did take. Hell, she welcomed herself. And helped herself. Her hands clung to his neck and face and kissed him with such ease that the hunger was more a difference than their kiss. They had gone through so much.
The two had fought and harmed one another, and Chase had tested their love in a nearly cruel number and amount of ways, but this was not ending anything. Not even the bad times that were sure to come. But, with Brandon, she was ready. She was at peace with that fact. And ready.