Bob and Marie

Marie, dressed in black approached the Casino with her friends for a night of live music. Armed with a bottle of sparkling wine Marie braved the exhausting social dynamic that was her extended friendship group. After finishing the bottle with her friend, she made a quick escape for the Blackjack tables. The tables were packed. Not exactly the vibe she was after. Nonetheless, she found herself a spot at the Pontoon table; not realising at first but soon adjusting and quite liking the game. After a change of dealer, she took a quick break from the tables before finding a spot on a very busy table – where there was a spot. She stayed for a while but soon found herself on yet another table. This is where she would play for the rest of the night.

                  This is where the magic happened. Marie was so lost in the game she barely realised she’d only had a few sips of her wine. It was only after an unsuspecting wager with a spectator where she ended up double parked that she realised her rookie mistake. Awkwardly deciding to just start on the fresh wine she thanked the spectator for the drink and joked that she hopes he hasn’t roofied it. The man next to her said with a stern look, “why would your husband do that?”.

                  “He’s not my husband,” Marie replies.

                  “I’m her brother,” responds the spectator.

                  “This is Marie,” he says as he points in my direction.

                  “Yes, and this is Bob,” she says matter-of-factly.