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he hoped the fifth acquisition would turn out to be more valuable than Sandi.   He already prepared for the loss he would be taking on the skinny girl to acquire Paige for his stables.
    The girls finished practicing and noted what time they had to be back at the tables for their first match.   The casino converted two large banquet rooms for the tournament, and several smaller meeting rooms accommodated more pool tables for private matches and practice games once the tournament began.   Paige decided to sign up for one of the mini-tournaments played in the smaller rooms later in the week.   On their way back to the room, they each dropped twenty dollars in the slot machines.   Everyone lost her money, except Danni who ended up with a five dollar voucher, and Sandi who came out ahead with a thirty three dollar chit.   This was a depressing return on their initial Vegas deposit.
    At seven-thirty the next morning, Lindsey made the first of three pots of coffee in the small two-cup coffee maker they bought years ago.   It saved them the trip to the lobby and about a dollar and a half per cup.   Every nickel they saved would be spent gambling or partying during the week.   Danni was already in the shower, while the girls who needed less prep time slumbered on.
    Their first match was at ten-thirty, and the next hour and a half was a pre-choreographed exercise in shower, make-up, dressing and hair.   They skipped breakfast in favor of a bigger lunch after the match.   The team had three different sets of matching shirts and alternated between black, white or blue jeans.   The first day they always wore their lucky coral shirts with white jeans, deciding it was the perfect ‘Florida’ look.
    As they entered the main pool room and searched for tables one seventeen and one eighteen, the women pretended to ignore the appreciative glances of the men players.   The five confident women made quite an attractive team. and as they worked their way across the room the girls briefly conversed with players they had seen during previous years in Vegas.
    “Oh shit, we’re stuck in the middle of the room again,” Sandi griped.
    “Just grab the seats at the end of the table as the other team leaves,” Becka ordered.   “Remember, if we win this one, we’re off until one thirty tomorrow.”
    “Oooh...party time,” Danni squealed.   “You always know the right buttons to push, captain.”
    The match was a slaughter.   The girls beat the team from Ontario soundly, having to play only one game in the last round.   They might have celebrated more if they had realized it was the last match they would ever play.
    “Come on, Sandi,” Danni sighed with exasperation.   “You know we can’t get tickets until Wednesday night.   We don’t know when we’re going to shoot before then.”   She explained the same thing every year to her stubborn teammate.
    “Then I want to see a show tonight.   Damn it, Dannie.   Every year you say we can hit at least one good show, and what do we get stuck with? Hypnotists, magicians or third rate musical crap.”   Sandi was getting really pissed off.
    “Yeah?   Sandi, if you want a major headliner, then the show’s either sold out or there aren’t any discount tickets.   We’re talking the difference between thirty five and a hundred and thirty five dollars a ticket,” Danni reasoned.   “Look, let’s do dinner and watch the show at the bar here for a while.   Later, we can tour the strip and maybe hit Freemont.   We wanna’ do that stuff eventually anyway.”
    After storming around the room for fifteen minutes, Sandy finally gave in.   The girls dressed in jeans, heels and nice tops that were cut low and slinky, remembering to clip on their player cards.   After dinner in one of the casino’s less expensive restaurants, Lindsey said she was cold and going back up to the room for a sweater.   She told the team she would meet them at the bar by the stage, and made her way