Pretty Gamblers

Lindsey and Aleska sit across from each other, two pretty gamblers locked in a game. Time drags. Then the chips start moving, a slow tide toward Lindsey's side, the brunette's luck building in quiet stacks. Aleska huffs once, twice, and finally slaps the green towers flat across the felt. Lindsey blinks, breath caught. Then she leans in, mouth at Aleska's ear, and slips a hand beneath the table.