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[ginger_hustler]

Having Ginger on your arm came at a price, and so far Tony hadn't been forthcoming. So when they walked into the bar, Ginger avoided the booths that were tucked away in out of view nooks and crannies and sat at the long mahogany effect bar instead. The bar wasn't the glitz and pizazz that Ginger's Vegas usually offered, she was staying off her

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[mr_montana]

Tony looked around as they entered the bar, assessing the decor and noting where the exits were. Didn't seem like the kind of place Ginger would frequent, it wasn't very classy. Still, it was perfect for shady dealings and this was certainly shady. He smiled as she leant over, his eyes were certainly not on her face. He pulled his silver lighter out, flipping it open and lighting her cigarette for her.

"This don't look like the kinda place you come to often, princess."

[ginger_hustler]

While Tony had taken note of the exits, Ginger had taken note of the clientele. She was looking for faces that she knew, and seemed to visibly relax when she didn't see anyone she recognised.

As she dragged on the cigarette, she smiled knowingly at Tony over the cloud of smoke. "It's quiet and out of the way, there's a lotta people know who I am in Vegas."

[mr_montana]

He looked at her, taking in the whole image. She looked like a movie star. It wasn't surprising people knew her, although he had the feeling she was probably referring more to her husband and his associates than casual acquaintances.

"Yeah, I bet you're pretty popular. Room kinda lights up when you walk into it." He replied, replacing his lighter. "Can I get you another drink, or maybe sumthin' else?"

[ginger_hustler]

Ginger had a way of making heads turn, she could work a room to perfection. It was what Sam loved about her, and when she turned on the charm, everyone wanted a piece of her. Tonight was no exception, every move she made was for the benefit of her audience, and not just Tony.

"How about a drink and somethin' else?" She smiled seductively.

[mr_montana]

Tony was conscious of the stares that Ginger drew, and it made him feel good to know that she was with him and not someone else. Her smile drew a smirk, he brushed his hand across her leg as he turned to face the bar.

"Same again, or you want sumthin' different this time?" As for the something else they had spoken of, he had a thin gold box that he carried in his back pocket, usually reserved for little pick-me-ups. He didn't think the bar was the most discreet location though. "And maybe once we got these, we could go sit somewhere a little more private."

[ginger_hustler]

"I'll have a bourbon on the rocks." Ginger replied, recrossing her leg towards him instead of away as his hand brushed over it. She paid it scant attention though, as if the move was uncalculated.

"Sure, sounds good to me." She wondered briefly why she was playing this game, as she looked over at him feeling his touch on her leg.

[mr_montana]

Tony didn't notice her gaze, however, as he was occupied ordering their drinks from a slightly shifty looking barman. "A bourbon on the rocks and a Corona. A coupla straws too, if you got any."

Hmm. Beer through a straw? A bit unorthodox perhaps. Once the drinks arrived he paid the barman, taking both the drinks and standing up. He cast his eye about for a booth where they could sit with relative privacy.
When he spotted an empty one in a corner he turned back to Ginger, motioning with his head in that general direction, and offering his arm. "You comin', pussycat?"

[ginger_hustler]

Slipping off the barstool, Ginger wrapped her arm around his and they made their way across the floor towards the booth. She knew she was dicing with danger, but maybe that was the thrill. If Sam even suspected any of this was happening, the guy'd be in a fucking hole in the desert before the night was out.

But something about Tony Montana, made her think he could hold his own. If he wanted to fuck about with Mrs Sam Rothstein, then it was his affair. "Ya know, you haven't even asked me who my husband is, or what he does? You sure you know what you're doin'?"

[mr_montana]

He put their drinks down on the table as they got to the booth, standing back to let Ginger sit down first before he joined her. Her question made him laugh. "Figured maybe you don't wanna talk about it. But go ahead, tell me about your husband. He must be a pretty smooth guy to get you down the aisle, huh?" He seems to view the whole thing with an air of amusement. He is clearly not in the least worried about Ginger's husband.

As he spoke, he pulled the gold box out of his pocket, along with his wallet and the straws he got at the bar.

[ginger_hustler]

"I gotta admit, not talking about my damn husband makes a nice change. Ace Rothstein? You never heard of the Tangiers?"

His name was plastered all over the papers recently, even people from outside Vegas knew who he was, and his strong connections with Nicky Santoro, alleged mobster. Still, Ginger didn't get the whole alternate universe thing about the Nexus, as far as she was concerned everyone knew who the fuck Sam 'Ace' Rothstein was.

Ginger's eyes lit up at the sight of the gold box, she took a straw from him and toyed with it, twirling it over and over her fingers. She hadn't had a hit since yesterday and her anxiety showed.

[mr_montana]

"Yeah, I heard of the Tangiers. Big fuckin' casino, right? Dunno about Ace Rothstein though, I'm pretty busy with my own shit in Miami." He replied, as he worked with his hands, not looking at Ginger but making it clear that she had his full attention.

He pulled out one of many credit cards from his wallet, all of them of the Gold and Platinum business type. Then he opened the gold box, to reveal a substantial amount of white powder inside. He poured a small mound of it onto the table, closing the box and putting it down, and then proceeded to use the card to divide the pile, spreading and cutting two neat lines, with a deft accuracy that spoke of much practice.

[ginger_hustler]

"Yeah, big fuckin' casino. My husband runs it." Ginger however seemed distracted, the line of neatly cut coke begged for her attention as she watched him cut it expertly.

"Couldn't have done it better myself." She grinned, running the straw up the nearest line's length without waiting for invite. "Christ, I was ready for that," she sighed as she reached the end and started to neaten up the remaining powder.

[mr_montana]

Tony watched her neaten up the rest of the coke, with a little amused surprise at her eagerness. "Shit, you can have the other one too if you want, baby." He laughed, sliding a hand behind her back and taking a swig of his beer. "Your husband run a crooked operation, then?" He asked, although he doubted there was an operation that wasn't crooked in Las Vegas. The whole place was one big con, after all.

[ginger_hustler]

If Sam wasn't so fucking anal about her cocaine use, she might not have been so desperate. But he was questioning every cent she spent the last couple of weeks. Not to mention locking the drinks cabinet during the day.

"Sam reckons I use too much, what the fuck does he know?" Ginger said, with a sneer of disdain for the way he wanted to control her, "I'm alright now, just needed it a few hours back."

"Nah, he's straight down the line these days, tryin' to get his Nevada State Gaming Licence." This was the truth aswell, it was Nicky and the Bosses back home that ran the crooked side of things. Ginger rubbed at her nose with a final sniff as she inhaled the stray remnants.

[mr_montana]

He listened to her with interest. Her husband sounded unexciting, or at the very least overly controlling. Maybe that was why she was here. He was surprised to learn that he was legit though. "You don't like nobody tellin' you what to do, huh?" He asked, leaning forward and picking up the other straw to inhale his own line, before relaxing back into his seat again "So what you do with your time, then? You got any hobbies, you know? Knitting or some shit like that?" This was said with an ironic smile.

[ginger_hustler]

Well he was as legit as letting some guy from the Mob come by once a week and skim off a couple of mill to take back to the Bosses. Sam's biggest problem was that he'd forgot what he was doing out here, he was here to skim the joint. Not to become a legit business man with a gaming licence. But that was another story.

"I've always been an independent woman, ya know?" It seemed the question had sent Ginger on a roll as she continued to talk while Tony took his line. "Always made my own money, was my own boss. It's demeaning, being told what I should and shouldn't be doing, ya know?"

"Yeah I knit these real cute lil booties for babies." She grinned, knocking back her bourbon.