Darby was in her element. The bright lights, the free drinks and the beautiful money. Not to mention the women that wound their way through the casino with champagne flutes in their hand and dizzy smiles on their lips. This wasn’t her usual scenery for an evening but it didn’t mean she was uncomfortable. Dressed in a pair of smart trousers and a lacey crop top, she wound her way between tables and tossed smiles toward dealers. They liked her because she ramped up tables. She rarely went crazy with her own money but she loved getting people to use their own. She was just skirting past the blackjack table when she spotted a woman at a nearby roulette bench. Breathing slowly, she plucked two cocktails off of a nearby passing tray and headed toward her. “I wasn’t sure how long you’d been stood here...I wouldn’t want you to get dehydrated.” She breathed as she placed the drink next to Trisha and slipped onto the stool next to her. “Red or black, baby?” She asked, taking a sip from her glass. @ofdesiires