Post by Red Bull Icon on Jul 25, 2009 22:04:35 GMT -5
(Our scene opens in the very early hours of a mid-week morning. The Sun still hours away, but the heat from the pavement radiates as he scorches the soles of the shoes or the very few passerby’s. The air dry and empty, the wind non-existent, and stench of desperation lingers as it lends itself to the aura of hopelessness. The noise almost deafening with its bells and whistles, solid metal coins clanging in near empty plastic cups, and a subtle mix of one persons victory amongst a dozen failures all betray the self promoted hype. The lights, bright and neon do what they can to twinkle and distract and hide the darkness. They fail.)
BoolZ; “Conni this is my kinda town. God, I’ve missed Las Vegas.”
(Our puppy friend looks up to BoolZ overwhelmed and frightened. BoolZ with as genuine of a smile as we’ve ever seen on his face looks down with eagerness that his normal even keel attitude can’t contain. BoolZ begins to walk through the parking lot leaving the ‘U Suk’ Mobile to take up three stalls towards the front. The leash-less Conni keeps pace as the two enter a small off the strip casino somewhere in downtown.
Conni keeps both eyes squarely on RBI as BoolZ leads him to the front desk. Randy’s own restraints not as strong as he can’t help but let his eyes dart around the smaller than most gaming floor. The outburst of a man who’s had too much to drink draws both of their attentions to the far corner. Before we can take in the full scope of the happenings the squeal of a young lady winning this month’s rent distracts us again this time to the opposite end of the room. Again our attention is broken, this time by the solid thud of bumping into the counter.)
???: “Can I help you, sir?”
(She’s maybe 22, maybe 42, the lighting and prevalence of cheap plastic surgery makes it hard to tell. Either way her large breasts are much younger than herself. That much is clear as her strained uniform shirt does nothing to hide her very frail looking frame. Her make-up heavy, her eyes solemn, and her hair big but thin. Her name tag reads Nancy.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, I should have a reservation for Ricker, Ric.”
Nancy(typing on her keyboard); “Ric Ricker? That’s a fake name isn’t it?”
BoolZ; “Yeah probably, can’t be too careful nowadays. How’d you know?”
Nancy; “Honey, that’s almost as bad as John Johnson. I will need to see a credit card Mr. Ricker, or there is a 100 dollar deposit for cash customers.”
BoolZ; “Of course.”
(Pulling out his wallet BoolZ counts out a few bills and places the money on the counter. Nancy prints something from her computer screen, takes an electronic key card from a docking bay, and places the paper key and pen on the counter.)
Nancy; “I’ll need a signature on the line, there’s your key, and you’ll be room 1101.”
BoolZ(signing the paper); “11 and 1 got it. Thanks, and where is room 1101?”
(She takes the paper, glances down at the form, and slides it into a file shelf for proper placement later. The extends her hand pointing to the right as she pouts her lips.)
Nancy; “The elevator is right around that corner, you’re on the eleventh floor, and you’ll be the first room on the right Mr. Boolzian.”
BoolZ; “Oh, hell. It’s always the details that get me.”
Nancy; “They get us all, dear.”
(A shared smile, real despite the fantasy surroundings, and we fade out. A moment later we fade back in as the shined copper elevator doors slide open. BoolZ full of anticipation follows Nancy from the lift. Her makeup smeared, her hair rustled, eyes glazed, and her walk shaky turns to give BoolZ a tired smile.)
Nancy; “Your reservation was for four nights. Can we do it again?”
BoolZ; “If you’re feeling up for it, we didn’t have to stop. I’d be more than happy to show you my room again, again, and again if you’ll let me.”
Nancy; “Oh no, we did. I’ve got to get to my other job, and it kinda hurt.”
(BoolZ has nothing say as he shrugs his shoulders confidently. A brief smile vanishes as it’s replaced by a curious look of awe as BoolZ hears a group cheering over at the craps table. Nancy’s seen it before.)
Nancy; “Yeah, well maybe I’ll see you tonight.”
BoolZ(back in the moment); “Maybe I’ll see you this afternoon.”
(Nancy grins at the thought before turning to walk off. BoolZ stands surveying the scenery for a bit as he lights a cigarette and inhales deeply. The Red Bull Icon begins a slow stroll through the casino floor watching the beast both be victorious and vanquished. The spirits are high from the majority of the gamblers, but lady luck is a fickle bitch to all as we see people gleefully lose more than they can afford but not enough to stop.
Instinctively we’re drawn to the craps table generating so much buzz. We bare witness to a young man with more than a years tuition on the table take his shot, rolls the dice, and they come up 11. The table explodes with life and energy and invincibility.)
Guy; “Let it ride!”
(And another chorus of encouragement roars around us. Wide eyed our heart races at the thought, the die are cast, snake eyes. The kid slumps as the table groans and the floor man rakes in our sweet lady’s reward. In this world though failure is only temporary. An older man in a well worn and sweat stained cowboy hat steps up, and grabs the dice. BoolZ shakes his head, and continues his pleasant walk after snuffing out his cigarette in one of the many ashtrays around the table.
He passes the roulette table paying just enough attention to notice a cute blonde woman placing her last chip on red 11 while crossing her fingers. The dealer spins, and BoolZ keeps moving. The images of pull arms clanking back into position, reels spinning as if they’ll never stop, and alcohol being delivered to the players seems almost like an interpretive dance playing out to the sounds of ‘double zero, house wins.’
We pass by a smoke filled half room. Dozens of players sit four to five people deep split up in small groups seated around crescent shaped tables. A dealer in the middle, a bad beat, and an outraged outburst all seem so right. RBI is almost knocked over from his looking place outside the Poker room by a furious 30 something executive type storming out of the room humiliated. The raw emotion, the unbridled frustration, the ultimate freedom pouring from every ounce of the vacationing pencil pusher was what it took. Was all it took as he can’t stand it any more? Walking with that weird hitch in his step reserved for running from his past he approaches the now vacant seat.)
BoolZ; “Looks like you got room for one more.”
Dealer; “The game’s No Limit Texas Hold’em, it’s a cash game, blinds are 25 and 50, three thousand to join.”
BoolZ; “Deal me in.”
(We fade out as our Red Bull Icon takes his seat amongst the faceless crowd. Randy Boolzian is an addict. Be it narcotics, booze, or self pity in his youth, cigarettes, women, and Red Bull today, winning, proving he’s the best, or seeking to pay a penance for his future BoolZ has never been able to control the urges that drive his every action. He has been the martyr to his own despot. He has been the helpless victim he saved with his ideals from the twisted outlook he holds on life. He has been the silent observer as he pillaged the innocence of his youth.
We fade back in this time to the employee entrance in the back of the casino. We’re outside, it’s bright, the sun hot, and the air carries the smell of burnt asphalt. We see a late model sedan pull into a stall, the rusty door creeks open, and out steps Nancy. Her makeup restored to its overly exaggerated shield from prying eyes, her hair tall and wispy, and her eyes joyful. Her chest supported by the black bra we can see under her pink tank top bounce playfully as she carries her uniform shirt in through the door.
No less than ten feet from the door behind her Nancy is stopped by a cocktail waitress carrying a tray with three cans of Red Bull. We can’t hear over the bustle and hum of the games of chance, but we follow the two as they quickly walk through the floor. We past the craps table as a new batch of players exclaim triumph. We pass the roulette wheel and linger just long enough watch the only player at the table confident nod as he wins 36 to 1 on a large bet. We venture past the slot machines as the dance continues this time to the tune of a mega jackpot. We arrive at the Poker room and the only thing that stands out as the same is the cigarette smoke and the GIW Hardcore champion still playing. His clothes the same as when we left him, his chip stack enormous, his can of Red Bull accompanied by three empties. The dealer, the cards, the other players all different, and all nearing the end of their time.
Nancy shocked, concerned, casually struts to RBI’s side. He looks up at the women that started his night, then to his watch, then to the ceiling.)
BoolZ; “Conni’s gonna be pissed.”
Nancy; “On quite a roll there hey ace?”
BoolZ; “Baby I’m lovin’ it!”
Nancy; “Hun, Olivia here says you’ve been at this table for 14 hours. Don’t you want to take a break, head up to your room, grab a shower?”
BoolZ; “Well I wasn’t at the table for the whole time, right Olivia? Wow you’re still here?”
Olivia; “Last round, then that’s it for me.”
(BoolZ looks at the Asian waitress paying more obvious attention to ample chest. Nancy looks at Olivia shocked, then back at BoolZ, then returning her gaze to Olivia with understanding before leaning towards Randy’s left ear. The look on his face as she whispers gently is of impulsive lust. He stands up grabbing his near empty pack of smokes, finishes the can of Red Bull, and turns to the dealer.)
BoolZ; “Save my seat. I’ll be back in an hour, maybe three. Come on ladies.”
Nancy; “Olivia why don’t you get Carrie to finish your round. I got something to take care of, and then I’ll be right up.”
Olivia; “Love to, come on Ric.”
(Our scene ends as BoolZ takes the three cans of Red Bull from Olivia’s tray, and follows her away from the table. Nancy is shown saying something to the dealer as he quickly begins counting RBI’s chips, and placing them in clear plastic trays for easy transport.)
BoolZ; “Conni this is my kinda town. God, I’ve missed Las Vegas.”
(Our puppy friend looks up to BoolZ overwhelmed and frightened. BoolZ with as genuine of a smile as we’ve ever seen on his face looks down with eagerness that his normal even keel attitude can’t contain. BoolZ begins to walk through the parking lot leaving the ‘U Suk’ Mobile to take up three stalls towards the front. The leash-less Conni keeps pace as the two enter a small off the strip casino somewhere in downtown.
Conni keeps both eyes squarely on RBI as BoolZ leads him to the front desk. Randy’s own restraints not as strong as he can’t help but let his eyes dart around the smaller than most gaming floor. The outburst of a man who’s had too much to drink draws both of their attentions to the far corner. Before we can take in the full scope of the happenings the squeal of a young lady winning this month’s rent distracts us again this time to the opposite end of the room. Again our attention is broken, this time by the solid thud of bumping into the counter.)
???: “Can I help you, sir?”
(She’s maybe 22, maybe 42, the lighting and prevalence of cheap plastic surgery makes it hard to tell. Either way her large breasts are much younger than herself. That much is clear as her strained uniform shirt does nothing to hide her very frail looking frame. Her make-up heavy, her eyes solemn, and her hair big but thin. Her name tag reads Nancy.)
BoolZ; “Yeah, I should have a reservation for Ricker, Ric.”
Nancy(typing on her keyboard); “Ric Ricker? That’s a fake name isn’t it?”
BoolZ; “Yeah probably, can’t be too careful nowadays. How’d you know?”
Nancy; “Honey, that’s almost as bad as John Johnson. I will need to see a credit card Mr. Ricker, or there is a 100 dollar deposit for cash customers.”
BoolZ; “Of course.”
(Pulling out his wallet BoolZ counts out a few bills and places the money on the counter. Nancy prints something from her computer screen, takes an electronic key card from a docking bay, and places the paper key and pen on the counter.)
Nancy; “I’ll need a signature on the line, there’s your key, and you’ll be room 1101.”
BoolZ(signing the paper); “11 and 1 got it. Thanks, and where is room 1101?”
(She takes the paper, glances down at the form, and slides it into a file shelf for proper placement later. The extends her hand pointing to the right as she pouts her lips.)
Nancy; “The elevator is right around that corner, you’re on the eleventh floor, and you’ll be the first room on the right Mr. Boolzian.”
BoolZ; “Oh, hell. It’s always the details that get me.”
Nancy; “They get us all, dear.”
(A shared smile, real despite the fantasy surroundings, and we fade out. A moment later we fade back in as the shined copper elevator doors slide open. BoolZ full of anticipation follows Nancy from the lift. Her makeup smeared, her hair rustled, eyes glazed, and her walk shaky turns to give BoolZ a tired smile.)
Nancy; “Your reservation was for four nights. Can we do it again?”
BoolZ; “If you’re feeling up for it, we didn’t have to stop. I’d be more than happy to show you my room again, again, and again if you’ll let me.”
Nancy; “Oh no, we did. I’ve got to get to my other job, and it kinda hurt.”
(BoolZ has nothing say as he shrugs his shoulders confidently. A brief smile vanishes as it’s replaced by a curious look of awe as BoolZ hears a group cheering over at the craps table. Nancy’s seen it before.)
Nancy; “Yeah, well maybe I’ll see you tonight.”
BoolZ(back in the moment); “Maybe I’ll see you this afternoon.”
(Nancy grins at the thought before turning to walk off. BoolZ stands surveying the scenery for a bit as he lights a cigarette and inhales deeply. The Red Bull Icon begins a slow stroll through the casino floor watching the beast both be victorious and vanquished. The spirits are high from the majority of the gamblers, but lady luck is a fickle bitch to all as we see people gleefully lose more than they can afford but not enough to stop.
Instinctively we’re drawn to the craps table generating so much buzz. We bare witness to a young man with more than a years tuition on the table take his shot, rolls the dice, and they come up 11. The table explodes with life and energy and invincibility.)
Guy; “Let it ride!”
(And another chorus of encouragement roars around us. Wide eyed our heart races at the thought, the die are cast, snake eyes. The kid slumps as the table groans and the floor man rakes in our sweet lady’s reward. In this world though failure is only temporary. An older man in a well worn and sweat stained cowboy hat steps up, and grabs the dice. BoolZ shakes his head, and continues his pleasant walk after snuffing out his cigarette in one of the many ashtrays around the table.
He passes the roulette table paying just enough attention to notice a cute blonde woman placing her last chip on red 11 while crossing her fingers. The dealer spins, and BoolZ keeps moving. The images of pull arms clanking back into position, reels spinning as if they’ll never stop, and alcohol being delivered to the players seems almost like an interpretive dance playing out to the sounds of ‘double zero, house wins.’
We pass by a smoke filled half room. Dozens of players sit four to five people deep split up in small groups seated around crescent shaped tables. A dealer in the middle, a bad beat, and an outraged outburst all seem so right. RBI is almost knocked over from his looking place outside the Poker room by a furious 30 something executive type storming out of the room humiliated. The raw emotion, the unbridled frustration, the ultimate freedom pouring from every ounce of the vacationing pencil pusher was what it took. Was all it took as he can’t stand it any more? Walking with that weird hitch in his step reserved for running from his past he approaches the now vacant seat.)
BoolZ; “Looks like you got room for one more.”
Dealer; “The game’s No Limit Texas Hold’em, it’s a cash game, blinds are 25 and 50, three thousand to join.”
BoolZ; “Deal me in.”
(We fade out as our Red Bull Icon takes his seat amongst the faceless crowd. Randy Boolzian is an addict. Be it narcotics, booze, or self pity in his youth, cigarettes, women, and Red Bull today, winning, proving he’s the best, or seeking to pay a penance for his future BoolZ has never been able to control the urges that drive his every action. He has been the martyr to his own despot. He has been the helpless victim he saved with his ideals from the twisted outlook he holds on life. He has been the silent observer as he pillaged the innocence of his youth.
We fade back in this time to the employee entrance in the back of the casino. We’re outside, it’s bright, the sun hot, and the air carries the smell of burnt asphalt. We see a late model sedan pull into a stall, the rusty door creeks open, and out steps Nancy. Her makeup restored to its overly exaggerated shield from prying eyes, her hair tall and wispy, and her eyes joyful. Her chest supported by the black bra we can see under her pink tank top bounce playfully as she carries her uniform shirt in through the door.
No less than ten feet from the door behind her Nancy is stopped by a cocktail waitress carrying a tray with three cans of Red Bull. We can’t hear over the bustle and hum of the games of chance, but we follow the two as they quickly walk through the floor. We past the craps table as a new batch of players exclaim triumph. We pass the roulette wheel and linger just long enough watch the only player at the table confident nod as he wins 36 to 1 on a large bet. We venture past the slot machines as the dance continues this time to the tune of a mega jackpot. We arrive at the Poker room and the only thing that stands out as the same is the cigarette smoke and the GIW Hardcore champion still playing. His clothes the same as when we left him, his chip stack enormous, his can of Red Bull accompanied by three empties. The dealer, the cards, the other players all different, and all nearing the end of their time.
Nancy shocked, concerned, casually struts to RBI’s side. He looks up at the women that started his night, then to his watch, then to the ceiling.)
BoolZ; “Conni’s gonna be pissed.”
Nancy; “On quite a roll there hey ace?”
BoolZ; “Baby I’m lovin’ it!”
Nancy; “Hun, Olivia here says you’ve been at this table for 14 hours. Don’t you want to take a break, head up to your room, grab a shower?”
BoolZ; “Well I wasn’t at the table for the whole time, right Olivia? Wow you’re still here?”
Olivia; “Last round, then that’s it for me.”
(BoolZ looks at the Asian waitress paying more obvious attention to ample chest. Nancy looks at Olivia shocked, then back at BoolZ, then returning her gaze to Olivia with understanding before leaning towards Randy’s left ear. The look on his face as she whispers gently is of impulsive lust. He stands up grabbing his near empty pack of smokes, finishes the can of Red Bull, and turns to the dealer.)
BoolZ; “Save my seat. I’ll be back in an hour, maybe three. Come on ladies.”
Nancy; “Olivia why don’t you get Carrie to finish your round. I got something to take care of, and then I’ll be right up.”
Olivia; “Love to, come on Ric.”
(Our scene ends as BoolZ takes the three cans of Red Bull from Olivia’s tray, and follows her away from the table. Nancy is shown saying something to the dealer as he quickly begins counting RBI’s chips, and placing them in clear plastic trays for easy transport.)
