xp_logs | Excelsior East Casino - Sometimes, you should have just stayed home

Ororo felt a small flash of sympathy for the casino guards - not only did they have to wear those ridiculous outfits but they were currently trying to deal with the lover's quarrel that had broken out not far from where she was currently standing on the edge of the playing floor. And their luck was about to get even worse.

She stalked over to the nearest guard not currently involved in breaking up Doug and Marie-Ange's fight, petulant expression on her face. "Excuse me! I am frankly appalled at the lack of security in this venue - I have been victim of a pickpocket and none of your staff is doing a thing about it!" She crossed her arms, which gave her cleavage in the low-cut dress a boost, and fixed him with a glare as if to say "...well?"

The security guard, Tim, sighed, headache spiking and started to suspect that volunteering to work a double today so that he could watch the game on Friday had been a mistake. "All right, ma'am," he said, eyes firmly fixed on the woman's face, not her chest. "Do you remember where you were when you think it happened?" Drunks always thought they'd been robbed when usually they'd spent more than they'd thought. He could have been at home right now and it was hard to keep that knowledge off his face.

"Of course I remember, I was right over there and this thief bumped into me and when she left my bracelet was gone!" Ororo held up her bare arm as if to illustrate this point, then directed another pout at the guard. "It was brand new, too, a gift from my boyfriend... he's very rich and important and he'll be pissed if he hears you didn't do anything to help me."

Uhuh. "Okay, ma'am. You're certain you were wearing it?" Tim sighed again. "Do you remember if the person who bumped into you was male or female?"

"I can do more than that, she's right over there!" Ororo stabbed a finger across the room. "So go arrest her or whatever it is you do, right now."

The security guard sighed and very definitely didn't stomp over to the woman he'd been pointed at. "Ma'am, I was wondering if you could come back to the security office with me. I've had some allegations I'd like to get to the bottom of."

"Excuse me?" Sarah looked up from a slot machine flashing lights rhythmically to repetitive music. She looked just dangerous enough for the accusations to be plausible, but not enough to be clear. They wanted to keep the floor security picking at the knot for a while. "What sort of allegations? If it's the fucking bitch with the crazy hair, she's just pissed that her very cute boyfriend was making eyes at me over the poker table."

"That's what we want to sort out," Tim said. "I'm not accusing anyone of anything at this point. I've heard her side of story and now I'd like to hear yours and then, if you'd like, we can all go back up to the office and I'll review the camera footage and maybe we can all sort this out. No-one likes unpleasantness."

Sarah gave him an exasperated sigh. "I just TOLD you my side of the story. So you go tell her that if I wanted expensive shit from her boyfriend, I wouldn't steal it off her stupid ass. I am fully capable of getting it directly from him."

"I'm going to ask you both to come back to the office with me while we go over the tapes to prove you're innocent. How does that sound?" He tensed and moved back out of the range of a sudden, angry kick in the nuts, experience having taught him that a lot of people didn't react well to this step, no matter what house policy said about violence.

"Absolutely not!" Sarah rose from her seat, clutching a small handbag to her waist. "I didn't come here to be harassed, so if that's how you sick fucks get your kicks then I will go spend my money somewhere else!" She shoved him to the side as she began to storm off, stopping to glare at Ororo. "You think you're such hot shit. Give it time. He's already looking at younger models."

The silver-haired woman let out an outraged shriek, an incoherent jumble of sounds that nevertheless seemed to deliver a range of profanities aimed at the other woman. It was an easy enough task to trigger the fire alarm as she swore, just a hint of heat and dust wafted towards the appropriate sensors and suddenly a blaring alarm overtook her raised voice. "Oh, you have got to be kidding me. If you think I'm leaving now... this is probably all her fault!"

The fire alarm shrieked, and Sarah was pretty sure the security guard looked relieved to have an excuse to escape the situation. He began directing customers toward the emergency exits, and Sarah disappeared back into the crowd.