Closeby was the craps table and the stickman was barking out the colorfull lingo like centerfield nine, easy eight, new shooter, yo, play the field. The crusty craps dealer was chewing out the new dealer.
The lady who was playing keno had some luck at the hold 'em table and thinking she can't be good to play keno was a mistake. The King was playing craps and altho the house edge is smaller playing with craps than keno - both games are unbeatable. That lady was dumpy and acne scarred and looked like one of the characters from a waterfront bar.
The security guard to the left was sitting so low in his chair, like a disinterested high schooler, he could see flashes of cards that the dealer passed out. He said to the King you have KJ, he was right and he showed the King his cards.
The impetuous kid acroos the table was playing loose and aggressive and taking down the pots. The regulars at the table were not very agro unless they had the nuts. The kid was dressed well in a cheap dress shirt, coat and tie and was talking up a storm, telling to no one in particular, in his self-promoting manner, his great expertise at poker.
Two seats away, this elderly man was comforted by the casino staff because his wife was ill. He was a regular. His day was bad and his cards were not running lucky.
The El Cortez is a dump, way past its prime. But with the old, extravagant style of architecture and interior design, the atmosphere there was nostalgic of times gone by.
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