FOR THE NEXT HALF HOUR I played the slot machine, while watching out of the corner of my eye for anything odd or suspicious. As I slid a five dollar bill into the machine, I caught another strong whiff of alcohol, and turned my head to find an older gentleman holding a drink, standing right next to me. From the way he was swaying, he was obviously tipsy.
He smiled widely. “Winning anything?”
“Uh, nope,” I answered, trying not to gag. The guy seriously reeked.
“Waste of money, these things are. But that’s why we come here, right? To throw our money away and enjoy all that Sin City has to offer.”
“Right,” I replied, wishing he’d just go away.
He took a sip of his drink. “Vegas, with all of its debauchery and wicked secrets. It lurks in every nook and cranny of this town.”
“I’m sure.”
