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"No way in HELL." I protested. I crossed my arms and leaned back in my chair to denote my firm, moral stance. The loud chattering of fellow gamblers, the cheering of the fortunate but few winners, and the incessant beeping and booping of the slot machines had the first floor of...

"Oh my god, I just want him to handcuff me and fuck the shit out of me." The comment didn't faze me in the least bit. In my past few visits, I've picked up on Alanna's unabashed sense of self. Every opinion, every thought, every philosophy she verbalized through her rose-petal...

The lights bordering the rim lit up in a danger-red hue. The basketball slammed against the backboard and ricochetted off in a random direction following a feeble last-second shot attempt. It was half-time. Alanna had pushed away her plate of half-eaten wings and excused herself. I guessed to wash away...

I found myself perched atop a black stool, hands resting on the cold surface of the bar. My glass of eighteen year-old scotch was keeping me company while my eyes were fixated on the television screen. The most incredible Playoffs in the last ten years was taking place, and I...