“Floor!”
I look over to see a player waving me down from one of the poker tables. There is a woman leaning over the table waving her finger in his face. She looks as if she is about to climb on the table and rip his hair out. As I approached the table, I saw that she was holding a lit cigarette, maybe this is what I can use as my excuse to get rid of the problem. Everyone at the table is looking back and forth at the lady and then at me. She notices that she doesn’t have their full attention anymore. She turns around to deal with this problem, this leech that is stealing her spotlight.
“Who are you?!?” She demands. “Go ahead… You can’t kick me out. I do what I want when I want.” She continues to ramble.
“Listen you stupid bitch! You need to shut the fuck up and get the fuck out here. No one gives a fuck about you. Just get the fuck out!” is what I want to say. Instead, I apologize and let her know that where she is standing is a non-smoking area. I asked her to leave the area because her smoke is disturbing the players.
“OK, I can leave but first you need to kick him out.” she points to the player that had waved me down. “It’s his fault that I have this here.” she says as she as she holds up her cigarette so I can see the problem.
“This is a non-smoking area.” I repeat as I make a gesture with my arm to show her where she needs to go.
She takes a step closer towards me. I can smell the alcohol on her breath. Her eyes look angry but carry a burden of something that she is hiding from the rest of the world. This is supposed to be her night to have fun and let loose. To forget about all her hardships and first world problems. At this very moment in Las Vegas, she is the center of the universe. Nothing else matters in this moment.
“I’ll go but first you need to get rid of the problem that started all of this!” she says. Again, she gestures towards the poker table where the player is still seated.
I see a man standing close by behind her, watching the scenario as it unfolds. They are wearing matching basketball jerseys. For a moment, I wonder if they are together. But there isn’t any time to waste. I quickly grab her by the shirt collar and ask the man “Is this bitch with you?” She stumbles back as I position my body to shove her away from the poker table.
She takes another step towards me as she continues to insist that if we don’t kick out the player then she can’t be kicked out. Her breasts are now pressed against me as she waves her finger around at people. I grab her finger and twist until I hear her bones cracking like pistachio shells. I turn around to look for assistance from someone. Her boyfriend isn’t doing anything so I guess we will take care of it for him.
As I scan around the room to see if I can get someone’s attention. I locked eyes with Damien; I put my hand to my ear and extended my thumb and pinky to make a phone. I tell him to call security. He nods his head to let me know that he understands what I need and quickly springs into action. I turn back around to the woman still yelling at me.
I don’t really know what she is yelling about but the room no longer feels crowded. The casino floor feels eerily quiet as she continues to get closer to me. She desperately wants to get in my face, but her height combined with her bosom prevents her from getting nose to nose with me. Her arm begins reaching over towards me as if she is going to share a secret with me. Instead, she slaps me. With one step I shove her backwards causing her to lose balance from my sudden movement and give her my own slap with one of the chip racks that I am holding. As she falls to the ground, I continue to beat her brow with a chip rack until her glasses shatter. Her eye gushes with blood as I continue to pummel her with blows. The chip rack that I had been using shatters in my hand and now I am stabbing her with little shards of plastic that are left behind. No one embarrasses me like that in public. Who the fuck does she think she is?!?!?
I see Damien running over out of the corner of my eye. He quickly pulls me off and separates me from the bloodied woman. I take a step back, adjust my tie and straighten my suit.
The woman is still yelling at me. There is no blood, and the chip racks are intact in my hand. I realize that Damien just stood in between us giving me the opportunity to get away. The woman is trying to still yell at me as if I did something to her. As I walk away, I see security arriving.
Fuck… This isn’t what I signed up for.
