where: at the roulette table @ hollywood park casino
With his chips neatly stacked on 15 black, Ziggy's practically holding his breath as the dealer dropped the ball into the spinning roulette, causing a bouncing blur of red to black. He grabs the back of his friend's seat at the table where she sat next to him as the last bounces before a full halt reveal the winner.
"Fuuuuck!" Ziggy exclaims, louder than he might have done an hour ago if he hadn't been three whiskeys deep, the latter two ordered and consumed to combat the sobering fact that he hadn't realised that California didn't comp alcohol while gambling the way Vegas did.
"Betrayed by my own birthday, can you imagine? And I was going to just bet on red and try end my losing streak."
Cash-wise, he had been on a steady nose dive since their arrival, sans for a minor win at blackjack that had replenished his chips enough to not need to buy more just yet.
Company wise, he had hit the jackpot before he had even sat himself down to play.
"And to make it worse, someone called me Beetlejuice at the bar." He leans back in his chair to gesture to the black and white pinstripe suit he had opted to wear, the black more prominent than the white which made he comparison even more of an irritation. "This is Balmain."