Chapter 42 Honeymoon Avenue

• The elevator doors hissed open, releasing us back into the opulent, mirrored hallway of our suite. It was a stark contrast to the buzzing chaos of the casino floor and a warm welcome from the flashing lights and the constant clinking of slot machines.
• "That was...a lot" Roselyn sighed, peeling off her leather jacket and tossing it onto the couch. "I never imagined your best friend would be such a shark for poker."
• I nodded, taking off my boots and collapsing on the nearby chair. "I didn't know that either. It's our first time gambling, fake ID and everything. I wish I had some cash left."