“Yeah… I still work there. It’s not bad, but I’d rather be somewhere less stressful. Even in the middle of the day, there’s a full house. There’s never not a line out the door towards the casino floor.” Katarina frowned to prove her point, and I grunted as she inhaled the noxious smoke deeply- leisurely. She’d never been the kind of person to develop addictions; cigarettes, alcohol, gambling, video games- even drugs- it never got out of hand for her. “I make a lot of money, though. I got the crappiest, cheapest apartment that I could, and my bills are pretty low since I eat and stuff at the casino. Sometimes, if we have really hard nights, we can commandeer a room to shower and sleep. It couldn’t get much better in that particular sense.”
Chapter Seven: Katarina
Tapping my fingernails on
