Trouble at the Tables

Dante

The casino pulsed with energy —giggles, the steady ring of chips, the occasional burst of victory or rage. I had a perfect view of the floor from where I stood. The flashing lights, the cigarette smoke wafting through the air, the subterranean tension that always lurked just beneath the surface of establishments like this.

I leaned against the railing, drumming fingers absently on the glass