Debt with the Bunny Casino rough draft

Debt with the Bunny Casino.

Samantha walked over to the ringing phone. “This better be good.” She picked up the phone and brushed back her long dark bangs. “Hello? Make it quick I have a plane to catch.”

“Ms. Renniton?”

“Yes who is this?”

“Were you at the Tellerson Hotel at nine p.m. last night?”

She twisted her long curles. “Maybe? Why does it matter?”

“We have an outstanding charge here. If you would please come down and. . .”

She slammed her hand down on the table. “Look I just stepped inside your little establiment because I had to take a quick piss. I don’t get why no one can bother to have any kind of running facility for miles out in that area. I don’t care what you were doing in that hotel, I just needed to use the restroom. I don’t know how that equates to me having to pay.”

“Ma’am it is policy that if you use the hotel’s services you pay for them.”

“Even for a little old bathroom?” She crossed her arms. “Seriously I shouldn’t have to be on the hook to relive myself. And even if I am shouldn’t I just have to pay you a bottle of water or something like that?” She rolled her green eyes. “Ugh fine what is the payment cost here? How much do I owe you?”

“Come down to our office and we can discuss this.”

Samantha shook her head. “No way. I have a plane to catch. I am going to the beach to go surfing. Nothing like this is going to get in my way.” She hung up. “I can pay this bullshit when I get back. Humph.”

She hurried towards the door and grabbed her suitcases. “If I miss the opening night beach festiviel I am going to sue that hotel.” Samantha rushed out the door. “See who is laughing then.”

***

Samantha pulled into the parking lot of the air port and jumped out of her vehicle, and in the process she almost knocked a young man to the floor. As he shook his head she snorted. “Whatch where you are going.” She ran to her trunk and flung it open. “I don’t need you to slow me down.”

He spat at the ground. “You were the one who ran into me.” He pointed at his truck.” And look at what you did to my baby.”

Samantha rolled her eyes. “Oh get over it. That piece of crap had that before I came along.”

“Why you little. . .”

“Why sir that is no way to talk to a lady.”

Samantha turned her head to see a man in a well dressed suit approach. “Now I am sure what she did was an accident. Isn’t that right miss?”

She shrugged her shuoulders. “Ya I guess so.”

The other man narrowed his eyes. “But what about my truck.”

The man in the suit genty put his hands on his shoulders. “My good sir consider it a war wound to tell your friends.”

“Umm sure.” He turned towards Samantha. “But I don’t want to have to see you again. Ok.” He turned around and walked off.

Samantha sighed. “I didn’t need your help with him. I was fine on my own.”

The man in the suit laughed. “I am sure you were.” He extended out his hand. “The name is Arnold.”

She left him hanging. “Well Arnold I have a plane to catch. So if you don’t mind.” She turned around and pulled her bags out of the back of her vechile.

“Are you sure I can’t help you?”

“I have had enough delayes as it is.”

“Please I want to do something to help.”

She rolled her eyes. “What?”

He held out his hand. “Here take this.”

She looked at the strange object in his hand. “What is it?”

“A good luck charm.” He smiled. “I was going to give it to someone else but they didn’t show up. You look like a nice enough fellow. Go on take it.”

“I don’t know.”

“Hey it brings good luck. You like good luck don’t you?”

She sighed. “Fine. But only because I need to get on the plane and I want to end this conversation.” She grabbed the item out of his hand. “Hmm it is a necklace. A nice looking one at that.”

He smiled. “Put it on.”

Samantha rolled her eyes. “You are just not satsifed.”  She brushed her hair back and slid the glimmering neclece around her neck. “There are you happy now?”

“Yes perfect.” He smiled and held up his hands. “You look just stunning. And I know you will look even more stunning in a bit.” He turned around. “I hope you enjoy your trip. It will be stunning.” He walked off laughing.

Samantha shook her head. “What an odd fellow.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Ahh well. I have a flight to get to.” She picked up her bags and hurried off towards the airport. As she walked Samantha began to feel a slight tingle worm it’s way through her body. She shrugged her sholders as she neared the terimal. “Ugh. I hope that this weird feeling settles down as I take off.” She shivered as she slid through the doorway. “I don’t need my stomach to be jumpy while I am up in the air.”

She pushed her way into the airport loby and smiled. “Finnaly. Just a few miuntes I will be up in the air and on my way to a relaxing vaction.” She took in a deep breath. “I can’t wait.”

Samantha walked towards the clerk. “Excuse me can you tell me where to find the flight to Cinder Island is?”

The woman didn’t bother to look up from her computer. “Do you already have a ticket or do we need to order one here?”

“I have one here.” She set her luggarge down. “Like just give me a moment. I can find it, don’t worry.” She dug through the side pockets in her bags. “I know my tickets are here somewhere.” Samantha wiped the sweat that began to drip down her neck. “Phew this is making me sweat and I like don’t know why.”

Her hand finnaly grasped the ticket. “Like here we are.” She stood up and handed the lady the parchements. “One geunuine ticket to Cinder Island.”

The lady took the ticket. “Miss this is a ticket to the Terrerson Hotel in Callerfornina.”

Samantha blinked. “Umm what? I speficicly remember buying tickets to head out to Cinder Island this morning. Let me see that.” She grabbed the ticket. “What in the living hell?”

“Can you not swear here?” The woman shook her head. “I swear you would think you would know where you were going to.”

“I do.” Samantha wiped the sweat from her brow. “Ugh is it hot in here?”

The lady shook her head. “No. In fact it is a tad to cold. My manager is the type who likes it that way for some odd reason.”

“Then something must be like crazy I guess.” Samantha gulped. “Umm can I have my flight changed?”

“Nope. Too late for that. Either you take this flight or head home.”

“Like I can’t do that!” Samantha graoned. “Ugh my chest is like killing me.”

“If you are going to hurl do it outside.”

Samantha rubbed at her stomach as she felt her waist tighten in on itself. “I don’t think I am going to puke. Is there really no way I can get to the island.”

“Look I wish there was something I could do, but you arrived just five miuntes to late. The gates to Cinder Island are already closed. So take this ticket or leave it.”

Samantha ran her hands through her hair. Her thoughts were starting to become heavy. “Ugh I umm. . .” She tapped her fingers on the side of the oaken desk. “I will go. I like can’t just not go on vaction now can I?”

The woman behind the desk shugged. “I don’t know. We don’t get vacations. Must be nice.” She looked up. “Is it just me or are you skinner then when you walked in?”

Samantha looked down at herself. “Wait do you really think so?” She blinked her eyes. “Wait what? What in the world are you talking about?” Samantha shook her head. “Look just tell me where my gate is so I can get on my flight ok?”

The lady pointed to the right with her pale arm. “Head on down until you see gate twenty seven. If you can’t find it after that point well I guess you really are scrwed.”