Hard Eight Page #4

playing keno once.

Played all day, sat in the same spot

something like 12 hours.

Must've cost him four grand

to win the 38. Jesus.

The other night

over at the El Dorado...

I saw a cat have a heart attack

right at the craps table.

He's in the middle of a hot shoot

and starts getting all sweaty and sh*t.

Next thing you know, bam!

Old motherf***er just keels over.

The joke of it is,

the game just keeps going on.

People are yelling, "Place the eight!

Somebody call an ambulance!

Place the nine! Place the six!

Somebody dial 911!"

Meanwhile this old bastard's laying on

the floor, tongue out, turning purple.

And the people are still playing.

Keno.

Keno.

Any winners?

Uh, no, not here.

But... let's try it again.

Jesus, we are f***ing surrounded

by p*ssy here.

Hey, hey. Jimmy.

What?

Not for my ears, but hers.

She can hear that sort of thing

across the lounge.

Puts her in a very

uncomfortable position.

I doubt if hearing

she's got a great p*ssy...

puts her

in an uncomfortable position.

I just don't want it

coming from my table.

You may not know this...

but half the women that work here

are takehome whores anyway.

They get off on that sh*t.

I got a friend, works over

at the Sand Dunes where I work.

This man's in charge of corralling

waitresses for that sort of thing.

He's in charge.

He is the p*ssy patrol.

Jimmy

What?

Just, you know

Hey, I live up here.

I know what flies and what don't.

To tell a babe she's got a nice ass

is no crime, believe me.

You said it as she walked away.

Let's go play.

We're waiting on our drinks here.

We'll get 'em at the tables.

You got a point.

Sydney.

It was a pleasure

seeing you again.

John here's got my digits.

Anything you need in this town,

you call me.

Syd, I'll see you later.

I'll be here.

How are you, Mike?

Good, Sydney. How are you?

What are you doing out here?

Fresh air.

I was...

I was just visiting my friend.

But we're not supposed to be

in the rooms, you know, so...

I could lose my job.

But you'll be fired...

if you tell them

to leave you alone?

This is something

I mean, if the hotel knew...

Do you live alone?

Yeah. I do now.

I had this girlfriend,

this roommate...

but it's a big nightmare story.

Do you go to school?

No.

- Do I look like I go to school?

- Oh, I don't know. Maybe.

I'm not with all that.

What are you saving up for?

The money that you make.

Are you saving?

No. I mean,

I have to make money, you know.

I have bills.

I have an apartment.

I have a car a Camaro.

That costs money, you know.

If I don't pay my bills every month,

my credit gets f***ed up.

I can't have f***ed-up credit

because then I'm f***ed.

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