She watched the hour hand make its way back to 12, as she had been doing for the past three hours. He probably wasn't going to call, she had figured that one out half an hour in, but there wasn't much else to do but wait and hope. She had no real faith in the phone ringing, he had let her down far too many times before, but it couldn't hurt to wait a little more.
It was 11pm
She slammed the front door, waiting forever is no way to live. The streetlights were merrily buzzing without a drop of light, but the grey of the concrete felt safer than any fake amber light, casting false shadows and never letting her feel quite alone. Nearly everywhere had already shut, and it was moments like this she regretted living in such a shithole town. Nevertheless, she carried on with the faith that the night would have the good grace to give her something to do, beyond faking homeless to leech some money from an idiot tourist. She found herself wandering towards the casino, one of the few lights left on, beckoning the gullible and lucky like moth to a flame. She'd already been gullible tonight, so she felt she may as well try out luck.
"Welcome to Lucky's Casino" a neon sign bellowed at her eyes, blinding her from the thrust into electric light. The sound of coins being poured away raised a cacophony, that was only paired to the, very rare, sound of a winner, who would inevitably feed the few coins won back into the machine. The card tables in the far corner were looking dangerous, stacks of chips were becoming piles and it was very unwise to join such a high stake.
Snaking her way through ghostly faces, Marianna searched for a more quiet machine, to pump money that she'd stolen from a parking meter into. Someone had thrown up one of the brain-killing cocktails that were being handed out, and so a wide berth had been given to a few machines as the smell reach retching point. Taking in a breath, she settled herself onto a greasy stool, dented almost artistically by the pounds of flesh that daily threw their life savings into the consuming machine. It was a strange slot machine, rather than shapes she was encouraged to perform the ever-so-simple task of matching shades, from black to white. Reaching into her shoulderbag, she brought out a few silver coins and, with a surrendering sigh, started sliding them into the slot. The ornate clock above the entrance foyer began to chime.
It was 12am
That's all for this story for now. There is a part 2, if I can word it right, it will appear "soon"