Jo stood up from the blackjack table as gracefully as she could. She’d been up a few hundred, and then very promptly lost most of it on a bad call. Par for the course, really. Everything felt foreign to her, granted the building was brand new, but she felt more out of place than usual. She longed for a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Even when she wore dresses, they were usually smaller and tighter- made for dancing and winding up on the floors of strangers. Passing by a mirror she paused and made sure that her hair and make-up were okay.
Even if she thought she looked like an asshole, she didn’t need other people thinking it. Grabbing a beer from one of the waitresses she headed to the deck, needing a breath of fresh air to get her head on straight. Digging into her small purse she pulled out her emergency smokes. She was quitting... definitely quitting... but not tonight. As she sparked the lighter she noticed another figure on the balcony and jumped in shock, dropping the cigarette and nearly dropping her beer. “Fuck! Holy shit. You just scared the hell out of me, I didn’t see you.”
