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“You know Morgan wouldn’t mind if this drug out until my last trimester. He knows that was when I planned on quitting anyway.” Lisa tells Georgie as she’s keeping the other woman company while Georgie’s getting dressed to go to a charity gig with the Heats Bonus baby. The Heat is one of the sponsors of the Casino night offering up some game packages as one of the prizes.

The two women have gotten to know each other pretty well in the last two weeks when they kicked the guys out of the house and just spend some time doing their own thing. Georgie discovered Lisa is a fiend for the written word with a serious book addiction. As long as Lisa had books, it would take a long time for cabin fever to set in. “You going to be okay financially?”

“Yeah. I’ve got a nest egg and no expenses right now.” Lisa still has a glum tone in her voice. “But I don’t like it. I’ve tried to get Morgan to take something.”

“Let me guess he gave you a look like you’d just stabbed him in the gut.”

“You aren’t kidding. I wanted to be working now so I could take time off after the baby was born. This is seriously messing with that. I wish they’d just catch Macon so I could get my life back.”

“He’s not in Port Charles. Even the cops are saying that now. Uncle Mac and Taggart talk. Bounce ideas off each other. The Port Charles cops might even believe that he’s heading down to Florida but the cops here aren’t buying it.”

“A murdering three strikes prison escapee is heading your way but they aren’t buying it. Great.” Lisa snarks.

“Yeah, well not any more than the other 48 states and Canada.” Georgie slides on the empire style fancy dress on. If it wasn’t low enough to draw attention to her chest than the sequins definitely would. This might be for charity but it doesn’t mean that she wasn’t going to win. And all distractions would work to her advantage.

“I know Georgie is going as Johnson’s date but keep an eye out for her, will ya?” Morgan asks. Morgan asks from the doorway to Pete’s room.

“No problem. I clued him in on her night blindness today at practice and promised that I’d take him deep sea fishing as bait if he didn’t get her home safely. Did you know that scar on her side was from when she was impaled from debris after getting blown off a boat?”

“Yeah, it happened down in Texas when she was working at a think tank there.”

“I really didn’t know that the geek gig could be so dangerous. Is she as good at poker as I think she’s going to be-- considering her geek queen status?”

“I have no idea. I’ve never played against her.”

Jacques comes out of his room looking very debonair in a dark dinner jacket. He hadn’t planned on going to this charity thing but after hearing Georgie’s going with Steve Johnson his plans changed. His company gave plenty to the local charities including this one. He just hadn’t planned on going.

As Georgie and Johnson enter the grand ballroom of one of the big hotels, he is instantly recognized and the flash bulbs start. He hears Georgie mutter under breath. “Oh **** here we go again.”

Keeping an arm down her back and hand at her waist, he leans in. “What’s up.”

“It’s like when I was dating Dillon Quartermaine.”

“You dated Dillon Quartermaine?! I love his stuff.”

“Back in high school. When he was dragged into the MTV shows because of his brother.”

“No wonder you looked familiar.” It’s Johnson that is muttering now.

“Tell me about it. Most people have that reaction... put undercover work totally out.”

“Tell me your game and we’ll go play.” Johnson offers changing the subject back to the games at hand.

“Texas Hold ‘em.”

“Your wish is my command, Milady.” Johnson takes her hand and with his height advantage soon finds a table with an opening. He takes a seat next to her. With their chips in front of them, both ante up.

Unlike tournament poker this evening is going to have an end. The winner wouldn’t be the one with all the chips just the one with the most at the end of the evening. The cost of admission given an obscene amount of chips worth points not cash. Points that could be redeemed for the various prizes. There had even been a car donated. Pete isn’t playing but circulating and keeping an eye on Georgie. Steve Johnson had hung in for awhile, but he’d gone all in and lost it on the last card turned– totally against the odds. Georgie had been about to cash in but he’d given her a kiss on the cheek and told her to keep playing. He’d do the social and come back for her.

“How was it?” Pete asks Johnson.

“I’m glad I was sitting to the right of her.” Johnson shakes his head. “The woman is deadly. I played poker in college, I mean, who didn’t. I don’t think she has any tells. You really can’t tell what she’s got by looking at her and ****... You know Texas Hold ‘em isn’t about what’s in your hand anyway-- it’s baiting the other guy keeping him in play so he keeps hemorrhaging chips. You were talking about taking me fishing– I bet Georgie would be really good. I need a drink. Something with some alcohol in it.”

“You’re driving, man.”

“Actually I’m not. When you told me about Georgie being night blind I called a driving service. That way neither of us had to drive.” Steve gives Pete a slap on the back and goes in search of a bar.

The fact that there is out of town talent spreads through the gala. There are more than a few that are just watching the nine at the table. If Georgie was planning on staying in town there would probably be an invitation to a game where the prize isn’t points or spa trips. About the time they are changing dealers, Jacques pulls up a chair at the table. His stack is respectable. Georgie gives him a nod. “Only a couple of hours left.”

“Any time with you is well spent.” Jacques nods back.

Another of the players looks from one to the other and then just shaking his head. “Shuffle up and deal. It’s getting a little thick in here.”

His house is now an armed camp. Something he swore would never happen after being raised in a penthouse sized fish bowl with bulletproof glass. Georgie and Jacques hadn’t gone with the retinal scan at the front gate but you could tell they’d been tempted. The situation might be a mess but those two had egged each other one with how to integrate technology to his house without ripping out walls and he’d seen the look in their eyes-- they’d really wanted to rip out a few walls. His house would now talk to him. Lisa had decided against John Cusack and gone with John Mahoney instead. Again like the fishbowl with guards at the doors announcing who was arriving. It’s necessary. It’s what is needed to protect Lisa and their child but it’s rubbing him the wrong way. He loves Georgie and appreciates all she’s done but it would also be nice to have a study back again since everyone has been trying to keep a normal schedule outside of the house. Move along, move along nothing of interest here...

“What’s the percentage shot?” Lisa asks from the family/party room.

“Six ball side pocket.” John Mahoney’s voice comes out of the speakers.

“From what angle?!” Lisa demands. The video screen comes on with a view from the top of the pool table. The computer draws in a vector. “And that’s my best shot? Really?”

“Really.” The computer counters.

“Okay but I think you’re high.”

“The camera is at 12 feet where it always is.”

“If I want sarcasm I can get it from Morgan.” Lisa lines up the shot. “Okay here goes nothing.” With a smooth stroke she takes aim at the side pocket and barely misses the shot. She groans and sets aside the cue. “Not my night.”

“Two degrees off.” The computer concurs.

Lisa turns around and sees Morgan. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Not long. You’re doing okay with this?”

“I’d rather be at work but yeah, I’m doing okay. How about you?” Lisa can tell that Morgan is starting to fray a little around the edges.

“Not so great. I’m not a fan of living in a fishbowl. Having cameras inside the house....” Morgan growls.

“Yep I totally agree with you.” Lisa nods. “If there are cameras they should be out rather than in. But I kind of like that one.” She points to the camera over the pool table. “That one is kind of fun– course it means you and I are never having sex on the pool table.”

Morgan laughs at that and gives her a hug. “You sorry we aren’t at Casino night?”

“If things weren’t so messed up I’d be at work and still not at Casino night so... not so much. What I have noticed though is the first night we’ve been all alone here since you called me to let me know Macon escaped. Do you really want to spend it working on whatever you brought home?”

“No, I really don’t.”

“And that is the correct answer.” Lisa grabs his hand and starts leading him toward the stairs.

By the end of the evening, Georgie is in the top five of chip count. Johnson had been chatting up a honey or two and collected some phone numbers but kept coming back to check on the table and just shakes his head. Georgie’s chip stack might have gone down on occasion but it had also been pretty steadily gaining all night long. The woman is a shark and scared the **** out of him, she’s just too damn smart, good looking for an older woman and tougher than hell. She was impaled blown up with a boat! She could throw down with 50 cent and kick his ass. Nobody could tell by looking at her. She looked like the woman next door. Hell maybe somebody’s mom. Somebody’s hot mom.

Because neither Pete nor Jacques trust Johnson to not go off with one of the honeys whose phone numbers he’s been collecting, they stick to the end as well. When they leave it’s all four of them at the front of the hotel waiting for the valet to bring cars around and for the driver that Johnson hired to come on over as well.

“You know I should just give you some of my bonus and take you to Atlantis or something.” Johnson is still shaking his head in disbelief. If those points had been dollars.... “I’d pay for your stay, give ya a stake. I wouldn’t need a financial planner.”

“Even saying something like that is why you need a financial planner.” Pete interjects with an eye roll.

“Probability skills aren’t enough.” Jacques inquires. “How did you learn to bluff like that?”

“My partner in the investigative agency... his dad owns a floating casino– or what passes for a casino in Port Charles. Spencers have luck and intuition. And they can bluff anyone, anytime. I suck at bluffing but I’m pretty good at reading a bluff. Anyone really hungry?” Georgie goes for the distraction.

“I could eat.” Johnson nods.

“Clubs are out. Too dark and the food is overpriced and normally sucks anyway.”

“Breakfast?” Georgie suggests. “A big breakfast with way too much food.”

“Yeah. That sounds good.” Pete looks at the others who nod at him.

How stupid did that bitch think he was? Did she think he would just come up to the door and knock? He’d heard the stories about Baby Ashton inside from guys who made her sound all knowing– all powerful. Course those fish had to, to make themselves look less stupid. Anders had been quick enough to stick his head under her skirts to climb on the gravy train. Thought he’s all that running the bitch’s office in Boston... like they were legit or something. Getting his face on MTV causing he’s poking Chandy Radcliffe. A promise is a promise. Anders had sold him out and now he’d pay– in blood.

With the flick of a wooden match, the storage facility goes up in flames. He hadn’t been able to figure out which one-- so they’d all have to go. He pauses for a moment to look at what he’d done. Not cause he’s some sick twist who’d be yanking his crank. It’s to make sure that by the time the cops show up that the place would be toast. Whether it’s fire or water damage same thing. It’s bait.

“Lookie there, Lisa. Hope you’re insured. Get ready. I’m coming for ya, sweet meat.” With that Constantine Macon disappears. He’d show up again but it won’t be until the smoke clears.

Anyone up for some Dreary? It's this week's treat.

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