Well, it seems that they decided to indeed go to the casino. And what a casino it is. It’s not as big as the cabaret, but it’s just as vibrant and as bustling with activity. On paper, it’s pretty much your average Las Vegas casino: slot machines, black jack tables, Rolette wheels, change machines, below zero temperature, skimpily dressed waitresses toting drinks, and yadda yadda.

What really sets it apart though is its arcade-like atmosphere. Most of the slot machines have themes such as The Rat Pack and Elvis. Three in a row to win and all that, but if you almost come close to winning, the machines offer phrases from impersonators reciting famous lines, or encouraging ones: “Better luck next time, baby!” is probably one of the most common. Most of the lights come from the slot machines themselves, seeing as how colored lights on the walls are turned to the walls, to give a more shadowy effect.

Angel and Demonica just stroll around, casual-like, admiring the décor and getting freaked out by the old folks determined to earn their monies worth back.

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Various shots of old people using the slot machines.

Back to Angel and Demonica. They’ve stopped walking and Demonica’s leaning on a machine, looking at the old people. She has kind of a big-eyed sympathetic look. Angel’s looking at the people play Keno and slots.

Demonica pulls out a pack and a lighter and smokes up. They continue walking.

She exhales smoke and looks around a bit.

They walk past a poker table and a familiar voice calls out.

The girls whip around to the friendly (as it is hairy) visage of Russ Vinnieo, dressed in his best polyester leisure suit. Gold chains glistening.

INT. THE CORRIDOR OF THE BLONDE IGUANA – NIGHT

Demonica and Angel walk to their room, Demonica occasionally knocking on people’s doors and quickly ducking behind corners, when they’re opened. When Angel reaches the room, she pulls out her room key and opens the door, but closes it behind her. Demonica runs up to it and knocks vigorously.

The door is opened and Demonica SOCKS Angel in the arm. Not as hard as she’d do an opponent, but hard enough to send a message.

Angel flops down on her bed, rubbing her arm. She lays back and sighs. Demonica plops down on the couch, and then angles herself so that she’s sitting upside down. Satisfied and situated, she begins clicking channels on the telly.