Brynn entered the casino and after showing her stolen invitation to the doorman, she followed a waitress further inside.  As she passed by people she looked for an opportunity to steal something…anything…she needed her high.  One man’s wallet happened to be peeking out from his back pocket and Brynn smirked as she purposefully stumbled in her heels and reached out to stabilize herself.  Her jostling of the man caused the wallet to fall onto the floor and she immediately dropped her purse right next to it.  As she bent down to retrieve her purse and the wallet her eyes met with the security guard who was following her.<em>Shit</em>, she thought to herself.  The guard seemed to be looking right at the wallet on the floor.  She picked up her purse and the wallet, and then politely returned it to the man while smiling at the guard.  “New shoes,” she said as an excuse for her stumble before continuing to follow the waitress.<br/><br/>She arrived at the door just as two others walked in.  Grabbing a glass of champagne from the waitress she brought up the rear.  At 5’10” with her shoes on, Brynn towered over George, but did not even bat an eyelash at his short stature.  She had chosen her attire carefully for the night, a short black dress, black heels, a pair of panties, and a hair clip.  The clip held up her long dark blond hair in a twist behind her head.  The black dress and heels were chosen to contrast with her slightly pale skin and crystal blue eyes.  She looked like money and assumed everyone else who showed up would also…except for the man sitting there with a goofy grin on his face.  He looked more like an actor…one whose name Brynn couldn’t place immediately.<br/><br/>With a polite smile to the others, she chose an empty seat next to the happy man and leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs.  Occasionally her eyes drifted around to the other guests but mostly towards their belongings.  Something had to be worth stealing here.<br/>