Shay entered the casino. She wasn't turned away by the bright lights and the noises. This place was familiar now, she had been in it quite a few times by now. She strode into the main room there, which was immensely large, it seemed. There were slot machines and poker tables and craps and roulette tables. If you weren't aquainted with the place, then it might seen a bit daunting, but Shay had been in here many a times. She knew the place quite well. She had a few missions as she came here tonight. She wouldn't mind winning some money, that was the first mission. The second mission was to try and meet a decent boy, in his twenties preferably. And the third mission was just to try and meet some new people in general. Despite her usual hard outward appearance, Shay was willing to meet some new people in town. Everyone needed a drinking buddy or a designated driver, and her friends were dwindling in to the single digits by now.

She was wearing her usual attire of a deep red, skin tight red t-shirt, which looked fantastic on her lean and sculpted body. Her jeans fight like a glove and her boots gave at least an extra inch height, making her her look around 5'8". She put her hands on her hips for a moment, surverying the area. Her green eyes squinted slightly, wondering where the best place would be to start her search for the evening. Deciding that the slot machines might be a good place to start, she headed over in that general direction. "Let's see what kind of luck is on my side tonight," she mumbled to herself. A decent boy wasn't too much to ask, and neither was a decent somebody. But, then again, winning a couple thousand dollars might be a bit far fetched on this particular evening. She only had about thirty dollars to spare; money was getting tight as of late. But, she managed to find a cash to change machine converter, grabbed a few dollars worth of quarters, and began to scope out which area near the slots seemed like the best to sit and start playing her games for the night.

{Mind if I join?}

|| occ: not at all ||

Emmy Beaumont? In a casino? Surely you jest! ... at least, that's probably what... well... most people would think...
Okay, so there wasn't much of a stereotypical gambler, but if there was a stereotypical not-gambler, Emmy appeared to have the aura of it. She usually was decked a crisp, refined business outfit of sorts, but today, she convinced herself to wear an outfit that practically shrieked, "Hello! I be slut!" Well... that's what she thought the silk burgundy dress that ended right above her knobby knees, and began right below her armpits. And it had no straps. Scary. But it was really beautiful, and fit her like a rich, sobby designer had custom made it for her, instead of that it had been plucked out a thrift store, and the old grandma smell had been kept away by a torrent of perfume. Emmy, the queen of self-deprication, hated to admit it, but she looked... gorgeous. Her usually ruffled brown curls had been brushed down to brunette waves, those cheap, fall-apart-at-any-second 'chandellier' earrings she purchased from Claire's looked as if they'd been worth a small fortune, and the maroon stillettos... well, spoke for themselves.
Emmy didn't even know why she just decided to check out the Fortuna Casino in the first place. It was severely out of character for the reserved, library type to gamble over the odds against her poor luck. Or why she'd dressed in such glamorous attire. But she did. She was a capricious girl, and she just hoped it wouldn't get her in trouble.

Glancing around the cassino, Shay wondered how many different reasons people had for coming here on this particular night; she wondered if some of them had been forced here or come here willingly, or had some sort of slim-guessed plan of action for that particular evening. There were so many people people there in difference attires: people were wearing casual clothing and some of them were wearing evening outfits. Shay wondered how many of them lived in the area or were visiting, and thought, not for the first time, about how many different people and stories there were in the world; if you took the time to listen a person might be surprised to see just how many people there were and just how interesting the stories were. Still thinking, she found her way to a slot machine when a particular someone caught her eye.

She cocked her head to the side a little, raising an eyebrow slightly, licking her bottom lip out of instinct and gazed towards this woman. She was a very pretty woman compared to some of the people in the casino. Shay wondered if she was rich or not, and just what type of person she was. It might be the type of person she would hang out with possibly, just judging by looks. But, Shay was no stranger to looks being decieving. She decided to place a quarter into the slot machine and pull the lever, trying to keep her attention else where, but her gaze just found it's way back to the burgundy dress. Why was this particular person attracting Shay's attention too much. Usually good with deceit, she realized that she was being too obvious while glancing towards the woman inbetween her pull of hte slot machine lever.

As soon as she tentatively approached a row of brightly glowing, flashing (Emmy took a brief moment to thank whatever higher power was out there for the fact that she didn't get seizures when looking at objects like that) slots, Emmy was overcome with the realization of why she was there. She had nearly forgotten the presence of the silky purse clutched in her sweaty hands, despite its surprising heaviness. She was here to relive her poor purse of its enormous weight in various change, and hopefully score some cash, which was always in demand. Okay, so this wasn't the most 'Emmy' way to rid herself of coins; she probably would've jammed it all in some can at the grocery store to support the humaine society or some girl with a bone marrow transplant. But it was probably the most fun she'd get out of it all.
She unzipped the faux gold zipper, smiling a strange, diagonal smirk as it released the zip-y noise. Emmy was very fond of the sound, so she zipped it up the row back and forth, until she realized she was gathering a bit of unwanted attention. She took out a few quarters with the elk... or deer, or whatever it was, embossed on it, and slipped them into the machine's slit, and pulled the lever back. It was then that she realized that there was still some attention bestowed upon her. Emmy caught the woman's eyes, and kicked into her polite, curator self trapped in this far too glam body, "Hi."

"Hello," Shay nodded, smiling towards the woman, then turning her attention briefly back to the machine for just long enough to put yet another coin in the slot and pull the lever. Her social skills probably needed a bit of work, but that's what this was for, wasn't it? Inwardly she sighed and looked out of the corner of her eye at the woman again. It seemed to happen almost by fate that the woman that Shay's attention had been focused on had taken a seat next to her, and even that, managed to say a small greeting. Now it seemed inevitable, a conversation that was. All the while she was thinking this, Shay almost mindlessly put more money into the slot machine. It seemed to happen automatically. Shay could see why people lost hundreds of dollars to this; it was too simple to put a quarter in, and you always think 'It's just a quarter', but quarters add up. It's only four pulls of a lever and you have one dollar spent. Why, people pulled that thing down hundreds of times every night. She could only imagine how much money had actually been put into the machine that she was now sitting at.

But that was enough of math. Shay had an almost guest sitting near her, and she was compelled to carry forth ther conversation for an odd reason. "I'm Shay," she greeted, smiling, turning back towards the other woman. She held out a hand. "Nice to meet you."

She reached for the hand and shook it with an uncommon gentle touch. They were soft, now--and she was glad she took the two minutes out of her busy schedule to rub lotion and anti-bacterial gel all over them. Sure, it radiated the sanitary odor Emmy wasn't fond of, but it was better than getting on the recieving end of some virus or something of the like. Not to say that this--Shay, that was her name, right? Right--that she had any sort of diesase or something. But still. Even sweet, walnut-esque grandmas got the flu, and Emmy wasn't exactly fond of being all nauseaed and vomiting out the contents of her stomach for two hours straight. Call it paranoia, but she really didn't like the 'g'-word. Germs. Ew.
Emmy, too, allowed her rambling thoughts to fade away, and she returned the greeting, "I'm Emmy," she informed her. "The anti-grambler who happens to be here anyway--" her brows furrowed, and wrinkles appeared on her forehead. "--and the machine's eating my quarters."