Chapter 12

“Gunny, after all the years I’ve known you, I don’t think I ever heard your first name. What is it if you don’t mind my asking?”

“Patricia but I prefer Pat.”

John filed it away, then said, “I promised these two some casino time, so we better get moving.”

Pat grabbed his arm and said “You’re banging them both?” John just grinned.

Pat said, “You’re over your bag limit, John. Sometime over a beer, you need to tell me the story here.”

Shaking his head, John said “If they want to tell you, that’s fine, but it won’t be coming from me. Besides, don’t you still have those two LBFM’s?”

She got a sad look at that and said “No actually, they decided they needed some dick and left.”

John said, “Sorry to hear that” and meant it.

Pat nodded and said, “I better get back to work, keep in touch Ravenclaw.”

She stalked off heading to a guy showing his ass at a blackjack table.

Pixy looked at him and asked “What’s an LBFM?”

“Little Brown Fucking Machine. They are women of the Southeast Asian persuasion reputed to have high sex drives.” John replied without pause.

Mary looked at John while pointing at Pixy and said “We’ve always wanted to taste one of those. We’ve heard they are sweet tasting.”

John looked at the pair and bluntly stated, “I can confirm that rumor, but if there is any tasting to do, it will be you two with me spectating. The two of you are already almost too much to keep up with for me.”

They both giggled.

John saw Al sitting at a blackjack table. He pulled out $500 handing it to the pair saying, “You two try your luck. I’m going to join Al over at that table.”

They grinned then headed for the slots together under Pat’s watchful eyes.

John sat next to Al and at the conclusion of the hand bought in for $500.

“How’d the reporting go, Al?”

“Looking over John’s shoulder at Pixy and Mary feeding the bandits, he said “It went fine,” then paused. “Is Mary ‘with’ the two of you as well?”

John knew he’d have to have this conversation sooner or later. Not really paying attention he put down $100, then got a King and an Ace.

Looking at Al, he said “Yes, they were together from the start, to get one I agreed to take the other. I don’t normally share personal details as you know, but this affects your business. Those two would follow each other to hell rather than being separated. So, when I go, Mary will follow.”

Instead of looking mad, he looked relieved. “You know my wife, John., She about had a come apart when she found out I was taking Mary to Vegas on business. She’s up in our room here to make sure business doesn’t involve any monkeys.

“Mary’s a competent, bright young women, but I’ll be in divorce court if I keep her on much longer.” he said shaking his head ruefully.

At this time, a racket broke loose over by the slots, someone had hit the megapot. Lights were blinking, horns and whistles blaring, but in the noise, John heard Pixy yell for him. Pushing his chips over to Al, John jumped up and headed to the sound of her panicked voice.

Pat had beat him there by half a second. Pixy’ d apparently been the one to hit the jackpot, at which time some fat grease ball had tried to claim it was his money she was playing with. He’d grabbed her arm trying to assert himself, but she’d clawed his face and kneed him. He’d come up with a knife, swearing he’d cut the bitch. Pat had grabbed that arm none too gently and from the look of the bump in it, broken it in the process of making him drop his knife.

The floor boss came storming over and paled at the guy swearing about a lawsuit. He looked at the guy’s arm and jumped to conclusions.

He yelled “Pat, you went to far this time, you’re fired!”

John stepped up to the little man’s face and said “She was helping my wife who won that jackpot, little man. I see a couple of reporters back there, so what story do you want my wife to tell them?”

He turned to Pat and said “Sorry Pat, I was out of line.”

She looked at him and said, “Don’t worry about, I was only working here to get my scooter which I now have.”

John looked at her and said, “If you ever need a job, call me.”

She nodded her head, then walked off. The reporters got in their faces at that time snapping off pictures like they were tourist.

John snorted thinking the pair of Pixy and Mary looked like Playboy models. These reporters were looking for click bait. Pixy looked at John with pleading in her eyes.

Stepping forward, John pushed his way between the pair and the reporters saying “That’s enough” while holding his hand up in front of one the cameras.

“Who the fuck are you?” one of them said, as he tried to push by John.

John surreptitiously shifted his weight as the guy tried to push him out of the way, suddenly side stepping and stepping on the guy’s foot in the doing. The pushy bastard lost his balance and crashed forward into the slot machine as John used the opportunity to elbow his ribs. He slashed his head open in the machine on the way to the ground, dropping his expensive camera, which then shattered into pieces on the hard floor. There was a trail of blood as he fell to the floor out cold.

The regular security guards got there just as the asshat’s head bounced. John stepped back in front of his women giving anyone who approached a death stare. With blood every where, and John’s size, they took the stare seriously and began backing away.

John applied that stare to the floor boss, and said, “Where does my wife turn in her claim?”

By this time the night manager and a couple of regular Vegas cops showed up. “What happened here” questioned one of the cops asked as he leaned down next to the body on the floor.

The manager spoke up and said, “If everyone will follow me, we can review the CCTV to answer that.”

The same manager then apologized to Pixy “I’m really sorry Ma’am. I saw you just hit our jackpot, then all this happened.”

Pixy coolly replied, “I’m OK, but that fucker on the floor assaulted my husband.” as she grabbed John’s arm.

They were led to a backroom with monitors everywhere. After a review of the footage, the lead cop said to his partner, “We damn near had a riot out there, make sure those two are in custody.” he said while pointing at the first grease ball and the asshat reporter.