In we stroll, not well-dressed, but not as ratty as we would normally allow ourselves to be seen.  Sure, we said that we were ready and expecting to lose all we had come with... but if that were true, why would we even be there?  It was because we were lucky, we were skilled, and we were going to come out of the night up on money, girls, drugs, liquor, insight, and any other rewards to be had in the gambling capital of the east coast.
    Our three casino search ended in Resorts casino, where the minimum blackjack bid was at its lowest.  To get warmed up, we gave ten dollars each to the slots, and then on to the real games.  We took our seats, we changed our twenties, and we inched our tiny stack of chips as close to us as possible.  It took the dealer five times as long to shuffle the deck as it took us to lose all of our chips, then leave the table approximately two inches shorter than when we approached it.  We went unnoticed.
    The only reasonable way to end the night was to have a seat at the slots again, taking approximately forty-five minutes to order and consume countless complimentary beverages.  We gave a dollar each to the slot machines, acting as tactful as possible whenever a floor attendant would walk by, else we be discovered and cut off.  For some strange reason, we were in better spirits as we departed- tired, dizzy, and completely broke.  Possibly the alcohol, but I'm not so sure...