*I think some one invited me back on and im geetting bored so....*
Kane had changed out of her work clothes once again and was now sitting back at a table watching a game of cards.She was trying to figure out how it was played.She had never seen it played befor and she just desided it'd be nice to take a break...well kind of...
We've all been broken in some way. It's just how we express it that makes us dffrent form eachother.
“This precious book of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him only lacks a cover.” ~William Shakespeare, The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet
I woke up completely exhausted. I had had so much fun last night. Rachel had even given me her number. I sighed. Then suddenly the blind on my window was thrown open.
"Get up boy!"
I looked at my dad."Surprised to see you up so early. Have fun with your little whores?"
"Yes, I did." He smiled cruely. "Maybe you should try one."
"No thanks. I prefer real conservative girls."
He glared. "Well that's not why-"
"Well, I don't really care." I had finished dressing. "I have a turn table to play at." I walked back down to the hotel lobby, leaving a fumming dad behind.
I slept in pasted my wake-up call. I had never had so much fun in my whole life. When I finally woke I went down to the casino to play the slot machine a couple times and then go on my own shopping trip.
Sam sat up abruptly, breathing hard. She'd had another nightmare of her career going down the tubes. She shook her head and stood up, noticing that everyone was gone. She looked at the other three beds, which all held the same note, 'Met a guy...' Sam sighed, quickly showered and threw on new clothes, not bothering to straighten her hair and leaving it wavy. She groaded and looked down at her ankle.
"How do you hurt something just by dancing?" She growled, almost limping downstairs and towards the small resteraunt in the hotel. She ordered a coffee and a few pancakes, sitting down at the table and picking at it. What is someone spose to do when they have nobody to talk to and all their friends got layed? She sighed and walked back up to the counter, buying a magazine and sitting back down, flipping through the latest celeb gossip. She came to a picture of her during a photoshoot. She had both hands on a guys shoulder and her heeled foot was popped up behind her. In big red letters it read, 'IS SAMANTHA EVANS A TWENTY-ONE YEAR OLD VIRGIN?!?' She growled and flipped to the next page. As if they really need to know.
Sammie walked to one of the tables where a guy was sitting. "Can I get you something to drink?" She asked as the dealer delt out the cards again. The guy looked up at her and smiled.
"Sure, how about a martini for me, and something for you. Then you come and sit with me, gettin me what I need when I need it." He smiled. She forced and smile,
"I'm not sure I can do the second part, but I can get that drink." She said turning to go to the bar. THe owner walked over and she groaned inwardly.
"Whatever he wants, you better do. He's a millionair and I want spendin that money." He said looking at her.
"Yes, sir." She said starting for the bar. He didn't move though to let her pass.
"I mean, anything he wants." WIth that he turned and left. Sammie growled then walked to the bar and got the drink for the guy.
I watched the boss talk to Sammie, and her look disgusted. Oh no, what was happening?I hoped nothing that would get her in trouble. I'd personally give the boss a black eye if he made her cry.
Sammie safe Jonas and smiled. She shrugged and then walked to the table. "Here's your drink." She smiled. He pushed the chair next to him back and then faced the card table.
"Take a seat." he smiled not looking at her. Sammie growled inwardly. She looked towards where the boss had been and he crossed his arms nodding. She rolled her eyes then plastered a fake smile on sitting next to the guy.
The fake smile, the boss grinning, THAT BASTARD! Sammie wasn't one of his little whores, he growled and shoved his hands in his pockets. He wanted to punch both their lights out, the guy and his boss.
Don't do it don't do it don't do it! he screamed in his head. t was almost too late, a second before he snapped he managed to control himself.
Sammie watched as the dealer methodically delt the cards. She watched as game after game the guy won. She chewed the inside of her lip bored to death. The guy, Bart Bradon, stood up and smiled at her.
"Your quiet the lucky charm." He smiled, she stood up hoping he was leaving. "Let's try our luck at another table." He wrapped his arm around her waist and she wanted to scream. She was about to pull away when the boss walked over and smiled at Bart.
"How is your stay here?" He asked smiling at Sammie then Bart again. Sammie glared holes into him. He knew she hated this, but he was just tryin to get back at her.
"Wonderful now, you should pay this sweet girl extra, she is quiet the charm." He smiled looking at Sammie who faked another smile, when he wasn't looking she was glaring at the boss.
You are soooooo dead for this. You better pay me extra! She growled in her head.
His hand was around her waist...I wanted to rip it off. He balled up his hand into a fist and clenched. My short and stubby fingernails pressed into my hand and left little cresent moon indentations.
I knew I was about to do something stupid even as I stood up and crossed the floor. Thankfully I ran into someone and caught my senses before I managed the stupidness.
