“Gamble for money. It’s against company policy.”
“Because the cruise line doesn’t like competition?” Her brows furrowed. “For heaven’s sake. It’s only a few bucks.”
The woman on Liz’s right snickered. “A few bucks?”
Gloria snatched the stack of bills from the table and began counting them. “There’s four hundred dollars here.”
“Four…schmour,” her sister mocked. “Chump change compared to what the Winning Streak Casino rakes in every single day.”
“It doesn’t matter if it was a dollar or a hundred. Getting caught gambling could get you kicked off the ship.”
“Before the end of the cruise?”
“Correct,” Millie confirmed. “You would be escorted off at the next port.”
“You won’t rat me out, being family and all.”
“I won’t but this bingo session ends immediately and everyone gets their money back.”
“Sounds good to me.” The guy on the end scrambled to his feet. “I have seventy bucks in the pot.”
Gloria counted out the bills and handed them to him. “We’ll pretend this never happened.”
The others at the table followed suit—two women and another man, all took their cash and quietly left until only Liz, Gloria, and Millie remained.
“This could have ended very badly,” Millie lectured.
“Party poopers,” Liz pouted. “For your information, I was winning.”
“What do you think would have happened if these players decided you rigged the game, went down to security and complained?”
Liz’s eyes grew round as saucers. “I would have gotten in trouble.”
“Bingo,” Millie said. “And not in a good way.”
“But I’m bored,” she whined.
“You won’t be bored tomorrow.” Gloria gathered up the used bingo cards, ripped them in half and tossed them in the trash. “Are there more?”
Liz’s eyes slid to the side. “Maybe.”
“Where are they?”
“In my top dresser drawer.”
Gloria stormed out of the room and returned with a stack of bingo cards. “Good grief. This is too much. Floyd should cut you off.”
“He already did,” Liz said in a small voice. “Remember when my credit card got declined down at Guest Services?”
“Floyd was the one who put a hold on it?”
“He thought it got stolen. I had to tell him I bought a bunch of bingo cards.”
“And?” Gloria pinned her with a pointed stare.
“He made me promise to find some other way to entertain myself.”
“So you decided to hold your own bingo sessions here in our suite.” Gloria heaved a heavy sigh.
