Danny can only imagine what they look like; two men wandering, but with purpose, a fixed gleam in their eyes that tells anyone who looks at them that they are trouble. Danny doesn't really think their trouble-makers, but then Rusty cuts his eyes over to him and Danny rethinks that last though. Rusty is full of trouble.
The endless lights of Vegas shimmer in the reflection of Rusty's mirrored sunglasses and the sweet smell of money wafts past them and ruffles their collars, wrinkled and flat after long hours in the poker dens. A dolled-up woman forcefully brushes against Rusty and Danny smiles at his friend as he grabs her and spins her aroun
