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were baskets of baguettes in between those
and the trays of foie gras, smoked salmon, pâté, crab cakes,
and mini quiches. There were bottles of an array of
sparkling cider flavors sitting in buckets of ice.
“Apparently they didn’t have one,” Nat said.
We sat down and enjoyed our food until we were full,
and the four of us that hadn’t gambled yet, went over to the
tables.
Jack and Nick wanted to play a game of poker while
Nat and I played blackjack. It really wasn’t fair, but I
couldn’t help using my magic to keep winning. “How are
you doing that?” the dealer asked. It was my art teacher,
Mr. Whitman.
“Magic,” I answered honestly. Of course I knew he
would never believe me. After that, I decided to lose a
couple hands just so it wouldn’t seem as obvious. “Looks
like my luck has run out.” I made it so Nat would win
several hands, but not all in a row. We walked by the poker
table that Nick and Jack were playing at to see how they
were doing.
“Somehow, Nick here can figure out everyone’s tell,”
Jack frowned. “He’s kicking my trash.”
“How’d you ladies do?” Nick asked.
“Hmm… let’s see, your wife somehow managed to win
almost every single time,” Nat complained.
Nick looked up at me and grinned. “That’s my girl.”
Just for fun, I glanced at Jack’s cards and changed them so
that he would have the winning hand.
“What the…” Jack said, and looked at me and smiled.
“Thanks,” he added in a whisper.
“So not fair,” Nick said.
“Hey, give the guy a break. He’s almost out of chips,” I
said.
Nick let out a deep sigh and tossed his cards on the
table, “Fine. I fold.”
Nat and I moved to the roulette table, where I continued
to win. “You’re not going to have enough room in that tiny,
fancy pants purse in a second,” Nat laughed. By this time, I
had gathered a crowd. People were putting their chips on
the same numbers I did and cheered as we all won.
Nick came up behind me after a while, wrapped his
arms around my waist, and kissed my neck. “Hey, don’t
distract me. I’m on a roll,” I said. He stood there watching
me and cheering along with the crowd. After twenty or so
minutes, I decided it was enough. “Sorry guys,” I said to
the crowd. “I wanna dance.” Everyone grumbled at me as I
walked away.
We met up with the rest of our group on the dance floor.
Rene turned to me and asked, “Well?”
“She freakin’ cleaned up,” Nat beamed.
“And Nick kicked everyone’s trash in poker,” Jack
complained.
“I swear I had nothing to do with that,” I defended. “I
only helped myself and Nat.”
“Ah man, where were you when I was losing money?”
Dash asked. I just shrugged at him. We continued to dance
long into the night. They let the dance continue until
midnight, but kicked those of us left out so they could clean
up.
“What’s next?” Dash asked.
“Seriously?” Nat said. “How about bed.”
“Well then,” he wiggled his eyebrows. “I thought you
were spoken for, but sure, why not?” Jack looked at him
like he was going to murder him. Helene whacked him on
the arm. “Chill, dudes. I was just kidding.”
“What about dessert?” I offered. I didn’t mind staying
out a little longer.
“I’m in,” Dash said.
“Me too,” Rene looked at Yvette to make sure it was
okay with her.
“Fine. You’ve twisted my arm,” Nat said. Nick looked
anxious to get home. “Relax. You’ll get her to yourself
soon enough,” Nat said loudly to Nick. I blushed, but Nick
just grinned wickedly. There was only one place in town
that would be open. Not actually open, but we had the keys
to Nick’s family restaurant, so we went back there. He
whipped up a few of the desserts in no time with a little
help from me.
“Oh man, this was a fabulous idea,” Nat said with a
mouthful of tiramisu.
“That would be me, thank you very much,” Dash said.
It was a little past one a.m. by the time we closed up and
left.
Nat pulled me aside before we left.