(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/NerezaAvatar03.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">NEREZA FABRIZIO</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the gambling lounge.<br/><strong>With:</strong>Ricardo Reyes and slaves Leotie and Kamala.<br/><br/>The card game continued with Señor Reyes splitting a pair of eights. He was dealt a ten on one of them and an ace on the other. The dealer had a terrible set of cards - a four, an eight and then a three - and had to deal herself another at fifteen.<br/><br/><strong><em>"Its never too early for a good vice, too early to gamble is like to early to fix my cars or to fuck my pets, it just doesn't happen."</em></strong><br/><br/>I nodded,<strong>"As to vices and never too early I'd have to agree, my cunt here was moaning with a nice fat strap-on up her backside at seven thirty this morning... I love a good fuck first thing, it sets you up for the day, hm? I wouldn't call your work on classic cars a vice though, quite the opposite in fact."</strong><br/><br/>There was a moment or two's silence while the Spaniard applied his attention to his cards, then he spoke again.<br/><br/><strong><em>"I am, but you may call me Ric, Miss Fabrizio, and its not magic, just hard work. You know that though, your carts are a thing of beauty, I have actually been considering using some of the concepts you designed on a touring car that I have partially invested in with The European Touring Car Cup."</em></strong><br/><br/>The dealer's next card was a seven. The man won the hand.<br/><br/><strong><em>"You seem to be good luck."</em></strong><br/><br/><strong>"If you don't believe in magic Señor Reyes,"</strong>I said, preferring to keep things formal for now until - and if - we got to know each other better,<strong>"Then I don't believe in luck - though you may eventually think it was luck that you were in here as I happened to want to come out to read the paper and take a light lunch but I really don't think the world works that way. The cards are in the deck in a certain order and they come out in a certain order~"</strong>I said, glancing at the table,<strong>"~and how you play your hand is down to your skill and your mood at the time. Its chaos theory if you wanted to get technical, which I don't."</strong>I turned my head to catch the eye of a waitress. I lifted a hand and waved her over.<strong>"What I do want to do right now is not be thirsty any more and not be hungry and its so dull to eat alone. Would you take lunch with me?"</strong>I offered, telling the waitress who had come over, that I wanted a table for two-plus-two (the standard way to inform a restaurant that two people wished to dine and there needed to be room on the floor for two slaves - on the sun terrace - and still in a shady corner.<br/><br/><strong>"And if that won't tempt you then... I'm buying."</strong><br/><br/>I made a 'come hither and I'll make it worth your while' look with my eyes and began to gather up my slave and bag.<br/><br/>(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/NerezaFabrizio04.jpg)