Seeing.a second redneck at the opposite end of the craps table with a large stack on the pass line, several young hoochies stand posed to work their game on wherever the money lands.
The two rednecks are still at the table. They turn and look at him as he approaches the table-"say,you ain't plannin' on sitting down here and messin' with the sacred flow of the cards are 'ya buddy"?
"Why yes I do" our hero replies.
He sits down, flat betting until half way through the shoe the running count hits +12.
He bets $50 x 2 with $350 left and....
As one mutters "lets git outta here 'for he brings in that Jew Mossberg and really screws up the flow", our hero realizes these two rednecks may really be smart Neo-Nazis and his worry subsides.
While the dealer is picking up all the cards, the players help themselves to the chips in the chip rack, someone decides to take all the $25,000 chips.
While the dealer is picking up all the cards, the players help themselves to the chips in the chip rack, someone decides to take all the $25,000 chips.
As the dust settles amid scenes of chaos, that "someone" just so happens to be our hero. With pockets bursting at the seems with rat-holed 25k chips our hero heads over to the 'Spaniard' to play some Single Deck blackjack With a vengeful glint in his eyes and firmly intent on utilizing a spread not seen since the hayday of the dotcom boom.
Being the only one in the place not betting white, a hooker is drawn to him like a moth to a light. She rubs up against him and asks what the huge bulge is in his pants to which he replies "which one?".
He tires of the stench at the El Cammode. Adds another pinch of Skoal between the cheek and gum, wanders out the door, gets a cab and heads to Bellagio.