Depending on who you ask, casinos can be quite iffy, yet for whatever reason, they are one of the most well-developed means in raking profits year after year. Granted, a lot of those start-stop businesses fail almost immediately because they could not compete with the bigger dogs within the industry, but with Claire currently under the employment of a rather famous casino resort cum entertainment extravaganza in a strategic part of town close to all the festivities, she had ample time to analyze her surroundings and take in all the sights and sounds. Well, the latter more so than the former.
The silver-haired woman was dressed in a rather risque choice of attire - a black fitted one-piece complete with a semi-transparent fishnet style material around her chest area. And to top it all off, what better than bunny ears, high stiletto heels and a pair of tinted sunglasses? No matter what some of the higher-ups might imply, the idea behind the promiscuous attire was to attract more clients to her table, and it did serve as a proper distraction from the games with so many choosing to ogle over her rather than focusing on the only thing that stands between them and possible bankruptcy.
"Shit! There's no way this can happen, you cheated!"
And at times, you'd get clients like these who are just a little unsatisfied with your performance as a dealer. It doesn't happen all that often, since most of the other girls would simply do anything to get themselves off the hook - yes, just about anything. Claire on the other hand, had other means of bringing food to her own table. This was more or less a part-time shtick that she enjoyed, and if there ever comes a time and place where she doesn't find the same enjoyment in it, she'd quit. Heck, the only reason her bosses haven't canned her yet was because of her popularity.
Now, the only sensible way to resolve all these problems was a proper drink at the bar, because all the staff had to do was show that gentleman a replay of whatever she did during the entire game, and be shown the door thereafter. It's only natural for someone to lash out the moment they've lost a huge sum of money, and it's also a common thing to pin the blame on the institution, rather than the actual person who forked up the money when they couldn't in the first place.
So there she was, seated on one of the stools in front of the bar counter - a place more familiar to her than she'd like, if only because employees get a value discount on whatever drinks they ordered. To any outsiders or even guests staying in the resort however, the prices of these things can get a bit hefty once added up, and that was why there were only a few others around. Most preferred the cheaper pubs and bars around town, and it gave them a reason to get out of their hotel rooms and sightsee around the town at later hours.
It must've been a weird sight. A bunny girl seated among casually dressed folks, sipping on a White Russian. With the man still causing quite the ruckus just a little outside the bar, Claire could only hope that the stigma of her being a supposed underhanded dealer wouldn't cling to her for too long. She temporarily reliever herself of the sunglasses, what with the dim lighting of the bar as opposed to the much brighter playing area. Her shift was almost done anyway, and though she wished for it to end on a lighter note like someone buying her a couple of drinks, this was a business at the end of the day.
The silver-haired woman was dressed in a rather risque choice of attire - a black fitted one-piece complete with a semi-transparent fishnet style material around her chest area. And to top it all off, what better than bunny ears, high stiletto heels and a pair of tinted sunglasses? No matter what some of the higher-ups might imply, the idea behind the promiscuous attire was to attract more clients to her table, and it did serve as a proper distraction from the games with so many choosing to ogle over her rather than focusing on the only thing that stands between them and possible bankruptcy.
"Shit! There's no way this can happen, you cheated!"
And at times, you'd get clients like these who are just a little unsatisfied with your performance as a dealer. It doesn't happen all that often, since most of the other girls would simply do anything to get themselves off the hook - yes, just about anything. Claire on the other hand, had other means of bringing food to her own table. This was more or less a part-time shtick that she enjoyed, and if there ever comes a time and place where she doesn't find the same enjoyment in it, she'd quit. Heck, the only reason her bosses haven't canned her yet was because of her popularity.
Now, the only sensible way to resolve all these problems was a proper drink at the bar, because all the staff had to do was show that gentleman a replay of whatever she did during the entire game, and be shown the door thereafter. It's only natural for someone to lash out the moment they've lost a huge sum of money, and it's also a common thing to pin the blame on the institution, rather than the actual person who forked up the money when they couldn't in the first place.
So there she was, seated on one of the stools in front of the bar counter - a place more familiar to her than she'd like, if only because employees get a value discount on whatever drinks they ordered. To any outsiders or even guests staying in the resort however, the prices of these things can get a bit hefty once added up, and that was why there were only a few others around. Most preferred the cheaper pubs and bars around town, and it gave them a reason to get out of their hotel rooms and sightsee around the town at later hours.
It must've been a weird sight. A bunny girl seated among casually dressed folks, sipping on a White Russian. With the man still causing quite the ruckus just a little outside the bar, Claire could only hope that the stigma of her being a supposed underhanded dealer wouldn't cling to her for too long. She temporarily reliever herself of the sunglasses, what with the dim lighting of the bar as opposed to the much brighter playing area. Her shift was almost done anyway, and though she wished for it to end on a lighter note like someone buying her a couple of drinks, this was a business at the end of the day.
