It seemed as though she spent hours outside, however it was simply minutes; listening to the ramble of the woman about how to win, what to do, her life, and so on. Millicent tuned her out halfway through the cigarette, head tilting, listening for a whisper, trying for a scent, Solas no where near the Casino as far as she could tell.<br/><br/>Thanking the woman, she moved back into the building, to the front desk, waiting her turn in line for her players card. Mill becomes lost in thought, a smile playing across her face as she is reminded of her sneaky try in Solasâ€™ pocket earlier, and this thought taken by a clearing of the womanâ€™s throat behind the counter, grabbing Millâ€™s attention that it is her turn.<br/><br/>Handing her the card, a brief explanation is offered to Millicent regarding how to use the card, and as she steps away, tapping it against her nail, she sees Izzy and Aaron in a conversation that probably should not be interrupted. Izzy seems very content where she is, and she deserves to be in the company of others than herself and little Arella. Mill smiles, and decides to see what the fuss is about with the machines.<br/><br/>Moving slowly down the aisle, she watches the people, most so intent on what they are doing, their thoughts resound in Millâ€™s head in a turmultous fashion; â€˜one more tryâ€™, â€˜this has to be itâ€™, as the pull levers and bang buttons, groaning and moaning at losses. Few win, she notices, and shakes her head.<br/><br/>At the far end of the huge building, she finds an empty seat, and falls into it, staring at the machine before her, again drifting off. The noises, lingering cigarette smoke mixed with the stale liquor smell, the vibe alone, causes her anxiety; it wasnâ€™t supposed to be this way this night. She was supposed to be the eye candy, the cheerleader, not sitting on a hard stool trying to figure out what to do. The woman next to her curses deeply, snapping Mill to stare at her, her own bright eyes blinking slowly as she watches the woman. These machines may as well be from another planet, Mill does not understand them.<br/><br/>Finally, she slides her players card into the open slot, and opens her clutch, not paying mind to the charm left by Izzy; she finds a $100 bill and allows the machine to eat it, squinting at the bright screen, and again no damn clue what to do. Mill closes her eyes, and reaches out with her hand, fingers literally pushing whatever they reach.<br/><br/>The machine goes OFF, sirens, lights, whistles, clanging, then louder sirens and lights and flashing and oh my! Terrified she broke it, Mill tries to back away, eyes wide now, horrified at the noises, the woman next to her grinning and applauding, others coming in a small crowd behind her. Mill, unable to move the metal chair from its bolted down state, stands up, screaming, â€œI DIDNâ€T MEAN TO BREAK IT!!â€.<br/><br/>A worker dressed in solid black approaches quickly, his hand placing on her elbow, and she reacts defensively, yanking her arm away as she turns and cries out to him, â€œPLEASE donâ€™t arrest me, I didnâ€™t mean to!!â€. He laughs at this exclamation, shaking his head, used to winners going â€˜crazyâ€™ in some way, and points above her head at the flashing $100,000 light. â€œMâ€™aam, you need to come with me.â€<br/><br/>Mill does not comprehend this, shaking her head, unable to back away, mouth opening and closing, eyes scanning for someone, anyone she knows, to help her. The man takes her hand now, and Mill whimpers, giving a mental cry for help, afraid it goes unheard. She has no choice, her cold fingers wrapping around the workerâ€™s own hand, allowing him to lead her away, he taking her players card from the machine before taking her off to the office.<br/><br/>She does not even feel her footsteps, numb, she finally begs as he taps on the steel door, waiting to take her inside, â€˜pleaseâ€¦you donâ€™t understand, it was an accident! Iâ€¦please donâ€™t take me awayâ€¦.pleaseâ€¦â€™ He laughs again and shakes his head at her, knocking on the door harder now, giving Mill a happy wink.