Circling the Drain

Finally, I find my fiancé at a roulette table in a shabby off-strip Vegas casino. I push myself between him and the skinny brunette who’d been patting his butt. We watch the ball circle the wheel. It drops into red 27.

“Bollocks!” he mutters. “Shoulda played that. It’s your age, Love!”

I sigh. My 28th birthday, which I spent alone, was yesterday.

He pecks my cheek. “Lend me a bit, Love?”

I place my engagement ring in his outstretched hand. “Plenty of pawn shops in this town.” I pat the brunette’s butt and peck my fiancé’s cheek. “Good luck, Loves.”