Prompt #54.1D from writers_muses
Name : Ginger McKenna-Rothstein
Fandom : Casino
Word count : 350

"Poor sods don't have any clue of what's about to happen to them. But then, maybe that's for the best."You gotta be pretty damn dumb to try and pull a fast one in the Tangiers. I mean I don't know all the details, and I don't wanna fuckin' know either. But if ( Read more... )

"Lester..." Ginger sighed into the receiver. "Of course I do, that's why I can't do this ( Read more... )

The doors of the jet were pulled back and Ginger stepped out infront of her husband. She was happy, she was more than just happy, she was on a high. An entire day's shopping in Beverly Hills with Sam, no Tangiers, no Nicky, just sheer unadulterated spending ( Read more... )

'Can you feel my eyes on you ( Read more... )

The cheap draylon curtains were hastily drawn, hanging off their rail at one end, their faded orange flowers collapsing on themselves to reveal the abandoned scene behind. She held her hand to the glass, filtering out the glare from the disappearing sun. A milk carton lay on its side on the kitchen counter, its cottage cheese contents still lying ( Read more... )

Ginger had some to time to kill after her salon appointment, so after talking to Captain Hastings in the Nexus, she headed off for the Tangiers with an optimistic spring in her step. She had a date with her husband.

Ginger had intended to be awake before Sam. She had intended to make him his favorite eggs, and have Amy all ready in her high chair, all tidy and bathed with ribbons in her hair. She had intended to make a really good impression on Sam, let him know that this was what she wanted ( Read more... )

((Continued from here.))The plane journey back to Vegas was, for the most part, spent in silence. Ginger stared blankly out of the window, watching the patterns in the clouds. Her thoughts weren't particularly coherent, flitting from self pity to how tiny the trees looked below ( Read more... )