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“Slots? We can play a penny slot and wait for a waitress to come around with our drinks.”
“Cool,” Easton agreed.
We walked around, looking at the multi-colored lights and machines. I was trying to find a spot that didn’t have someone smoking right next to me and where a waitress was taking orders.
“Is that … Is that a shark?”
“What?” I asked, looking at Easton.
He pointed toward a bar to our left, and in the center of that bar, it looked as though a shark was encased in a tank. It wasn’t moving, and the tank wasn’t much wider than the head of the beast that had its mouth open.
“Yeah, that’s cool.” We walked closer to the sleek, white, marble bar, both of us taking in what I assumed was meant to be art.
“Maybe we should get one for Halo?” Easton joked. At least I hoped he was joking.
“Right. We’re just going to go out into the Atlantic Ocean and catch one?”
“I’m sure that shark, Mary Lee, is still swimming around out there.”
“Mary Lee?” I chuckled. “You want to go catch a sixteen-foot great white?” Currently, Mary Lee was the most famous shark. Researchers had captured her so they could put a tracker on her and follow her whereabouts. The last I’d heard, she’d gone silent, but they assumed it was because the battery in the tracker died.
“I’m teasing, man, but it does look sick in the middle of the bar.”
We continued to slowly walk along the side. The shark was cut up into three pieces, and each piece was in a giant glass box. The bar was in a circle, and from every angle you could see all of the beast.
“We should get a drink here,” I suggested. “Maybe we can pick up some new drinks to serve back at Halo.”
Easton nodded. “I like your thinking.”
We didn’t really see anything new and exciting on the menu at Unknown—with a thirteen-foot tiger shark as a focal point, the place didn't need a standout name because people were drawn to the giant ass shark—so Easton suggested the slots again.
I nodded. “Yeah. I didn’t come to Vegas to pay for overpriced drinks when I own a bar.”
“Agree.”
We walked back toward the center of the casino floor, trying to find a good spot to sit. The machines were tighter than jeans after Thanksgiving dinner, but slots were one of those games we could pretend to play, only hitting the button when a waitress walked by.
“I’ve yet to see a celebrity,” I mentioned.
“We were sitting at a bar for a half hour. Not like we were scouting the place.”
“By the way you were talking, I’d assumed the place would be crawling with A-listers.”
“They’re probably in the high roller room.”
I bobbed my head slightly. “They probably are.”
“Should we check that room out?”
“Do you have money to play there?”
“Do you?” Easton countered.
I didn’t have a lot of money on me because I’d left most of it in the safe in the hotel room. After Nic and I saidI do, we would spend one more day and night in Vegas and then I was taking her on our honeymoon. She didn’t know where we were going. It was going to be a surprise, and I was excited to see the smile on her face when she found out.
“I havesomemoney,” I stated.
“Me too.”
