you can call me great one

So far Jaina was definitely not regretting getting away from Fandom for a bit. For one, there were no raining Peeps or chocolate eggs to be found, and she could shower properly. Plus, she was coming out of it a little richer than when she'd arrived with the bonus of not having attracted any attention for it so far, and the company didn't exactly suck. Figuratively speaking.

As they headed away from the casino and started walking past the shops, she noted, "You know, it's harder to brag when I can't offer to treat you to dinner."


[For that guy who is there, and NFB for distance and all.]

Apparently this was the week for Vegas or something. John was on spring break, and since Jaina seemed to be commuting for her weekends anyway, they needed to go somewhere that wasn't San Diego. For some reason. She didn't even know.

She kind of felt comfortable here, too. While the party side of things didn't really appeal to her, she was used to the lights and the noise and the crowds, and she didn't see a lot of that anymore. Plus it gave her a chance to clean up at the poker table and then wander around where she wasn't worried that security was checking them out. (She was doing nothing wrong. She was just good, okay?) And it just so happened that some of the wandering was done past stores that led to comments like, "This city just specializes in hookerwear, doesn't it?"


[For the boy!]