Benny had to smile at that comment,
he didn’t see it as an insult,
it was more a evidence for her lack of knowledge about the whole Vegas situation,
‘’ Baby, You think the Omertas are as pure as they seem?– You think the White Gloves– well actually they give me the heebie-jeebies the moment i walk in there. But that’s out of context.
What i’m saying is of course there is stress, It’s a Casino and a Hotel, ran by hard working people.
So yes hon’. People get a little ‘strained’. ‘’
“I don’t expect anyone here to be innocent. I would like to learn more before I make anymore judgments, but I haven’t seen too many big corporations be with good intentions… But I would like to be proved wrong.”
She looked over his glass of liquor and briefly wondered what it tasted like. Briefly. She uncrossed her legs and smoothed out her dull pencil skirt. She glanced back to him with her large eyes as if waiting for him to tell her how incorrect she actually was.
Benny noticed her staring at his glass, so he got up and walked to his liquor cabinet, grabbing a bottle of the same whiskey as he had, pouring it in a glass for her, speaking as he walked.
‘’ Baby it’s the wasteland– People are starving out there, and what do we do? We are the people creating illusions, a safe haven, where people forget their troubles and debts, and create new ones– Are we innoncent? Of course we are, we are not forcing people to get drunk and to gamble away their caps–
That’s all them, we ain’t finks, what you see is what you get, no secrets, no prettier cover than the book- Like the Gammorah- Just Vegas at its best.’’