03-23-2023, 12:21 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-24-2023, 05:51 PM by Maksim Marveet.)
A Thursday night. Not so far from the weekend to make his visit remarkable. At least, not by those in his inner circle. For the valet, doorman, coat check, teller, server and dealer...? Maksim was a familiar face. Almost as familiar as if he signed his bills Vasiliev rather than Marveet.
Maksim strolled through the casino floor like an arrow on target. He stopped part-way to respond to an email that inconveniently popped up. The reply was short. He relied on auto-grammar and auto-spelling to convert what emerged from his fingers into legibility. Then he continued on his way without interruption.
He came straight from the office wearing the same suit from the day’s work. The true blue suit slicked him with a fashion-forward look without sacrificing panache. The color was spectacular against the intense set of his gaze. He paired it with a crisp white shirt heavily starched, red polka-dot tie and matching pocket square. His hair was a mop of curls pushed back from his forehead about a hundred times throughout the course of the day. The fit was trendy and close to his form. He looked like money, and the reaction he earned from the casino staff made him feel like it too. There were hundreds of people milling about the common floor. Some were dressed up and some were casual, but there was a reason he strolled straight through the crowd. No need for Maksim to check in at the teller’s window. He deserved a better level of service and frankly, a better level of player.
He walked to the high-limit room and was greeted by the occupants inside through doors that were opened for him upon arrival.
A short conversation with the host told him about some of the current games in progress. Due to his longevity and the fact he was married into the family, Maksim’s personal comp rate was significantly higher than probably most people in the room. Even before marrying Alina, his rebates kicked in at half a million, a hefty sum sooner than the average. Of course, easily plying 200-400-600 k a night into the casino made up for the rebates long term. Still, he appreciated the gesture. So the host graciously offered a suggestion of which game he might enjoy most. He thanked him for the information.
“I didn’t eat lunch today,” he told the host then delivered precise instructions for what he wanted for dinner. His usual drink was in hand before he reached the table.
The game he joined was already in progress, and he filled in the fifth seat. Two of the four faces he recognized with a nod. The others were soon to be introduced.
Maksim strolled through the casino floor like an arrow on target. He stopped part-way to respond to an email that inconveniently popped up. The reply was short. He relied on auto-grammar and auto-spelling to convert what emerged from his fingers into legibility. Then he continued on his way without interruption.
He came straight from the office wearing the same suit from the day’s work. The true blue suit slicked him with a fashion-forward look without sacrificing panache. The color was spectacular against the intense set of his gaze. He paired it with a crisp white shirt heavily starched, red polka-dot tie and matching pocket square. His hair was a mop of curls pushed back from his forehead about a hundred times throughout the course of the day. The fit was trendy and close to his form. He looked like money, and the reaction he earned from the casino staff made him feel like it too. There were hundreds of people milling about the common floor. Some were dressed up and some were casual, but there was a reason he strolled straight through the crowd. No need for Maksim to check in at the teller’s window. He deserved a better level of service and frankly, a better level of player.
He walked to the high-limit room and was greeted by the occupants inside through doors that were opened for him upon arrival.
A short conversation with the host told him about some of the current games in progress. Due to his longevity and the fact he was married into the family, Maksim’s personal comp rate was significantly higher than probably most people in the room. Even before marrying Alina, his rebates kicked in at half a million, a hefty sum sooner than the average. Of course, easily plying 200-400-600 k a night into the casino made up for the rebates long term. Still, he appreciated the gesture. So the host graciously offered a suggestion of which game he might enjoy most. He thanked him for the information.
“I didn’t eat lunch today,” he told the host then delivered precise instructions for what he wanted for dinner. His usual drink was in hand before he reached the table.
The game he joined was already in progress, and he filled in the fifth seat. Two of the four faces he recognized with a nod. The others were soon to be introduced.