Caesar's Casino : In which E has a problem with reality and I get lucky ..but not in the way I expected.

So I've had a minor rant at Caesar's security about the drunks at Elton's show ...and the night is still young. A little gambling is in order......
E goes off as usual to do his circuit of the tables and I sit down at a random slot. I am itching to get a fix . Can't remember what I was playing but pretty quickly I am lost in the zone as the machine weaves it's magic. I am completely mesmerised when I become dimly aware of a voice in my ear.
'You look like you are concentrating pretty hard ...what 's the attraction?'
I look up as a ruggedly attractive guy around my age, dressed all in black, slides in to the chair next to me. I think he's being polite and answer that it's all just for fun ...and he latches onto my accent.

I also latch onto his. I have a thing about voices. To my ears he has a fabulous deep drawl and he tells me he's from Atlanta. . He says he's a black jack player waiting til after midnight for the right sort of 'action'. ....yes well...( ahem!) ....he looks expensive and I reckon he's a high roller.....
He then asks if I am in town on my own .......
.......................and then it dawns on me I'm being chatted up.
Now I know 'what happens in Vegas etc ' ...but I have to report, dear reader, that despite visions of being holed up in a penthouse suite sipping champagne ... my sensible streak kicked in and I suddenly claim E as my 'other half'. But where IS E when I need him?

The Man from Atlanta has read my mind ...
'Where is he' says the M from A ... ..'I wanna get a look at him'
Oh god. 'Come on' he says, 'come and point him out' . I wave in a vague direction thinking E is going to love me for this.
But then The M from A realises I am lost cause and wanders off.
E appears from nowhere and I tell him the story.
'No one 's tried to pick me up ' says E, slightly peeved. 'And.. I've lost money ....'
'Well , the week is young!' I say, ..
'Hey',says E ...'have you seen the animatronics here ? They're better than the Forum ones'......
'Show me' I say...and he leads the way round to the Pussycat Dolls tables. I realise he's enjoying the Pussycat Girls in their cages....
....'er.....you do realise they are real ? ' I say...........
That's what I love about Vegas. You can choose your own reality.....and it doesn't have to be real at all......