With a confident smirk, the same that was always plastered over my face, I starred at at Adalyn. She had her bag full of dough waving proudly in the air as she awaited her Margarita. Taking a sip of my own drink of choice, a Tequilla Sunrise -- with an added twist, of course -- I licked my lips and put my attention back on the bar tender, who seemed to be working double time to fill everyone's order. There were more people then usual in the Casino tonight, especially at the bar and the help was definitely lacking. Of course, a chimp could mix a drink better then the blonde ditz that seemed to flirt with anything that had a swinger between his legs. "Five dollars says she goes home with him tonight" I said, as I turned my attention from 'Chris' the bartender to the blonde leech and Rico Swave over there, trying to get his 'groove on'. "Shit. I'll see your five and double it!" Adalyn replied back, with a boast of confidence echoing from her voice.

"Interesting, a girl that knows how to make a good wager. Kind of funny, especially watching as you own a man in a game. Had a little bit of luck earlier with that...of course, I put myself on a limit at these casinos. I can only handle so much stupidity before I've got to shove my six inch Jimmy Choo's into someone's eye" I said, taking a sip of my drink. "Tell me about it. Men are more egotistical then any other species on this earth. And when they lose to a woman -- especially a constant losing streak, and especially at poker -- they get all bent out of shape, like they'd just got dissed and dismissed by some chick refusing to screw him, after teasing him" Adalyn said, as her drink finally arrived at the bar. "You know, it's sad that they feel so insecure when losing to the better person. Especially if it's of the opposite sex. Oh well, we all know they think with the wrong head 99.9% of the time" I concluded, taking a final sip of my drink. "Eventually, they'll learn that praising the better sex -- as opposed to penalizing us for being better -- relieves much better consequences" I said, as I turned my seat so that it was facing the crowd that seemed to be drunkily dancing around like moronic fools. "Take this tool for example" I said, pointing out to a particular man in the crowd. "He's thinking he is hot shit right now. He's got more booze in him then the kegs at a Frat party and trust me babe, there are tons of kegs at Frat parties. At least, the good ones. And right now, he's got a high. He'll go up to any chick with a pair of bouncing tits, start grinding against her, thinking he is God's gift. And, you'll watch as the girl looks at him, his drunk stumbling and sloppy dancing. She'll be completely repulsed...if not by his actions then the reek of beer and whatever other booze he's managed to scarf down all over him, and walk away in disgust. And he'll holler back something to the effect of 'You were ugly anyway'. It's the same with all barbaric men. It's actually quite entertaining" I said, as my eye stayed glued on the gentlemen in question. Adalyn looked at me, then at the guy I was just talking about. He was a tall, muscular built male with the most gorgeous blue-green eyes and dirty blonde hair. Honestly, he was quite attractive. The thing that made him so repulsive was the immense amount of liqour in his system, that seemed to make him act like more of an ass then usual.

"You talk like you've learned from experience or something" Adalyn replied, as she took a sip of her margarita. "Not so much me, but I've been a place or two and, I've seen this happen. Different guy, different city, same outcome. And, before the night's up he'll find some, equally drunk skank to meet up with, have a night of the worst, sloppiest sex he's ever had, wake up tomorrow and try and sneak out before the "babe" with extremely bad face acne wakes up and hopes to make this a ritual thing. It's the Coyote Ugly effect, sweetie" I said, taking a sip of my refreshed drink, with a smile and a sigh. "So, why exactly are you telling me all this? It's not like I really give a goddamn...I mean, who the fuck is this asswipe, besides some dude that's gonna get laid tonight, no matter how much of an ass he is. Quite frankly, I don't see the point in all thi..." before she could finish the sentence, I stop her. "There's not really an actual point to this .Just a share of useful -- entertaining -- information. Figured it was the best way to break the ice" I said, looking at her. She had a perplexed look on her face, wondering what I could be referring to. "I know who you are and you obviously know who I am. We both work for WGEF and it's quite a coincidence that we run into each other here tonight. And, judging by the look on your face now, and the amount of attention -- or lack there of -- that you've been showing to WGEF...you're just as bored there as I am. It's all the same. Some new blonde tramp waltzing in, staking her claim to something that she's never really even earned only to get dropped on her ass by the biggest and baddest names in the company. Ivy Stratus was a chump of a champion. Kaylee and Trish both knew it. Just like everyone knew they had other plans in mind for her, until Jeanette came back and spoiled 'em all. But, I'd honestly rather see her with the belt then Ivy. Jeanette -- at least she's tolerable to watch in the ring. Her perkiness makes me want to choke a chicken...but she's damn talented. Honestly, the most excitement that I had in WGEF was that 'relationship' with Chris McKenzie and even that got dull after about five hours. That man is more unbearable and egomanical then you could probably imagine. But, that's actually what makes him more attractive" I said, shrugging my shoulders. "So...what's your point?" Adalyn asked, looking at me as I smirked. "My point is, instead of sulking here wondering why things have gotten so repeatitive, dull and boring over there, what's say we spice things up a bit. I mean, obviously people have tried that and failed...miserably. But you and I, I think together we might just make things a little more entertaining. Tell you what though, don't answer me now. I've got something in mind, and I am dying to see how far it goes" I said, smiling as my attention fell back on the same man from earlier. He'd noticed me looking at him, my legs were crossed as I lounged back, showing off only some of the vivacious curves that my body had. I shot him a smirk, one of those come hither looks, "If you're interested in spicing things up a bit, in WGEF then meet me in Room 635. I've got an idea in mind and, I think you'll get a kick out of it" I said, with a smirk as I stood up.

Looking back at Adalyn, "If you show, you show and if not...well, that's your deal" I said, pulling at the bottom of my micromini, walking over to him. "Oh and, wear something sexy, trust me...it's going to be well worth it" I finished, with a playful wink. Obviously, this was not something that Adalyn -- or anyone -- expected to hear from Bridgette. She was, by no means, a lesbian. Nor was she "bi-curious". She was just curious. She loved to get herself into pickles, and watch her 'victim' squirm as she toyed with them and used them as a tool for her own personal amusement. She was extending her hand to someone she felt was worthy. That wasn't something she did on a regular basis, especially not to women. She didn't trust a lot of women. What could she have possibly meant, giving Adalyn an open invitation and key to a room that she would, eventually be occupying with a drunk bastard from some random club in the middle of a casino? A part of Adalyn wanted to drop the key and walk off laughing, but a part of her seemed to wonder what on earth Bridgette could consider to be fun and "spicing things up". She hadn't decided on whether she'd go upstairs and meet with Bridgette, or not...she watched, and finished her drink, as Bridgette headed out of the club with some random dude wrapped around her waist, like a lovesick puppy in heat.