April was hanging onto Zander’s arm at the blackjack table. It was completely out of character for her, but the way one of the women with Lance kept looking over and appraising him made it necessary. She could tell the oaf was enjoying her overbearing attention by the grin that refused to leave his face. Every so often, he would lean down and press a meaningful, promise-filled kiss on her lips and she would automatically reciprocate until Henry yelled at them to focus. After their third… or was it their fourth drink? She began to feel restless and was feeling weary of the place. Her boyfriend naturally sensed it and turned to look at his friend over April’s head.
“Last game, yeah?” he asked, although they both knew it was not a question. “April and I actually want to spend some time toget
