[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190202/a7dc8d6c55746f87ec44852f97c97ef0.png[/img][/center][/i][/b][/h1] [center][img]https://i.ibb.co/9NqQ6hf/feelin-cute.jpg[/img] [color=#BA68A6][b]Location:[/b] Home ===> Casino[/color][/center][hr][hr] Bobbi rolled over in bed and saw the blaring red numbers on her alarm clock. 2 pm. [color=BA68A6]"Uhg, early,"[/color] she mumbled to herself. She snuggled her face into her soft, plump pillows when she heard someone next to her make a moaning morning grumble sound. Her body stiffened and she slowly turned her face to see a rather handsome, muscular black man in the bed next to her. [center]What The Fuck[/center] She slipped out from beneath the covers and found she was wearing nothing but her birthday suit. She quickly pulled on a tank and some undies from the floor. As she pulled the undergarment over her hips the man woke up. He blinked blearily and looked around the room and then at her. He gave her a toothy smile. [color=f7941d]"Mornin,"[/color] he mumbled in a deep voice spiced with a light southern accent. [color=BA68A6]"Mornin,"[/color] she responded carefully. Coldly. [color=f7941d]"Come back to bed."[/color] He patted the place next to him that she had just vacated. [color=BA68A6]"First of all, who dah fuck are ya?" [/color] Had her voice always sounded like that? Cajun tones wove their way through her words. Maybe she had just smoked a bit too much last night. [color=f7941d]"Jeb, we met at the bar last night,"[/color] he offered as he sat up in bed, the blankets falling from his deliciously firm torso. [color=f7941d]"What're you doin in clothes. I'll help you out of them."[/color] Had this been any other moment in time Bobbi would have found this absolutely charming and hopped right on. [color=BA68A6]"Yeah, okay,"[/color] she said. [color=BA68A6]"How 'bout ya get dah god blessed fuck outta mah house."[/color] She began to pick up clothes that had been spread over the room that looked like they might belong to the man and tossed them at him. [color=BA68A6] "Don't ya know dah first rule 'bout one night stands?"[/color] The man was thoroughly confused but caught his clothes with a grin. [color=BA68A6]"It's dat yah fucking leave aftah yah blow yah load."[/color] She threw the last sock at him and the put her hands on her hips. [color=f7941d]"Alright baby girl, I can take the hint." [/color] He dressed quickly and made his way toward the door. And by hint he meant sledgehammer. Bobbi followed behind and when they came to the entryway he leaned down and kissed her cheek. [color=f7941d]"Hope to see you around wild thing."[/color] With that he was gone. Bobbi rubbed her cheek and glowered at the door. [color=BA68A6]"Oi-yeh,"[/color] she muttered to herself as she scrubbed her hands over her face. [color=BA68A6]"Dis is so fuckin' sad. Alexa, play des-pah-cito."[/color] [color=00aeef]"Playing Despacito by Luis Fonsi featuring Daddy Yankee,"[/color] came a woman's voice from beside the flat screen television. Bobbi just about jumped out of her skin. She must have forgotten she had one of those stupid bots. The song started playing over her speakers and she just had to laugh at herself. She danced her way to the kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee with chicory. She then sat on her couch and lit up a cigarette while she sipped the life-giving blood of the coffee bean. She sang along with the song. When did she learn Spanish? She could understand every word. It was a strange morning to say the very least. --- After a morning of a few other shocks, Bobbi made her way out of her front door dressed to the nines. She wore a black bandeau, cut off daisy dukes, knee high sports socks and a pair of combat boots. Her hair was left in soft curls around her face and reached down her back to stop just above the waistband of her shorts. She had found some sort of weird black belly dancing scarf with a bajillion coins sewn onto it. She had wrapped that around her waist and so she jingled every time she walked. To top it all off, she had actually put some make-up on her face! Having a bit more curve and muscle than she remembered, it made her clothes look much better on her. She enjoyed the way things hugged her frame and her closet had been an absolute trip to go through. She was not looking forward to that clean up later. The only other things she grabbed on her way out into the wide world was her smartphone, a gift bag, her keys (with a gym card on it, Bobbi had never thought of herself as the type to go before) and a wallet. She shrugged her signature leather jacket over her shoulders. There in the driveway was her bike. Her baby, just the way she always remembered it. Bobbi popped the helmet onto her head and drove off in the direction of the casino. Inside the establishment, she ordered herself a Coke and Jack double. She had them put in some cherries for her and she carried the drink and her gift bag downstairs into the basement. Quite a few people were already here. The person she wanted most to see was sitting on her father's lap. In general Bobbi did not like children, however, Lexi was an exception. She spoiled the young girl to filth. Sipping her drink she waltzed on over and paused at the delightful picture. Setting the bag and drink on the table she fished her wallet out of her back pocket and produced a twenty dollar bill. [color=BA68A6]"Mon petite cher, youse an artiste in dah making. Propah payment fo' a propah pict-chah."[/color] She meant the colorful dinosaur of course. She then handed over the bag to the girl. Inside she would find a little velvet box and inside of that would be a little bracelet with New Orleans themed charms on it. She then quickly leaned down, a slight act as Bobbi was quite petite in stature, and kissed Jack on both cheeks. [color=BA68A6]"Mornin' Cher,"[/color] she said in a light tone. She grabbed her drink and repeated the kissing greeting procedure with Casper. She plopped herself in a chair nearby the brothers and proceeded to put her booted feet on the edge of the table to lean backward. She shared more verbal greetings with the rest of the gang but Richard got himself a wink thrown in the mix. The chair now balanced on two legs and Bobbi pulled out her smartphone. One bracelet and ring decorated hand held her drink and the other began to pull up one of the many games she played on her phone. [color=BA68A6]"Merde!"[/color] she growled at the phone as the front legs of the chair came down with a loud thunk. She began a long string of swears in French. It included just what she would like to do to the mother fucker who had thought to attack her town was a grand idea. Wait a fucking fuck. She knew French too? Well of course she did. After a moment she remembered the young girl sitting next to her. Her lightly tanned face paled a moment before her charming, crooked grin appeared and a shade of rose excitement cheered her cheeks. [color=BA68A6]"Excuse mah French."[/color] Bobbi pressed her lips together in an attempt not to laugh while her eyes started to water with her mirth.