The next day passed just as slowly as Ava and Jack waited for five o'clock to roll around. They couldn't go out and risk being seen, and besides, the tickets had been pricey. They needed a cheap day.
For cheap, Jack had won and lost the jackpot on every slot machine in the lobby three times over. Now he had to keep trooping back over to Ava, the money holder, to cadge quarters. It was a ritual that annoyed them both.
"Why can't you just give me one of the wallets?" Jack asked carefully.
Ava shook her head. "No deal. If you go 'wolf on me and lose your clothes, we lose the money."
"Thanks for your faith in me," Jack said sourly. "Maybe your pissing me off like this is more likely to make me go 'wolf," he countered.
Ava ignored him, burying her nose deep in some old book she was pretending to read.
The quarters had run out in the end. To make up for the deficit, they ran out of a diner without paying for their coffee.
