02/11/2014
Canterbury Young Professionals (CYP) Casino Royale night.
There was excitement in the air that night, the one when elegant vamps mixed with debonair villains, and the evening was heavy with the scent of expensive perfume and mystery.
Sultry eyes looked across the cards into the those of lady luck herself, and the flirting with fortune began.
Canterbury Young Professionals had come to the Casino Royale, or at least the Addington branch anyway, to mingle and break a while, away from desks and the hurly burly of their top flight careers, for this was an occasion of glamour and fantasy. The roulette wheels spun, dealers shuffled the decks and heartbeats picked up a pace as the players tasted the tantalising tang of danger as victory or loss loomed closer.
Beads were mopped from heated brows as relief flooded through some as winnings were gathered, whilst others muttered perfunctory congratulations from between gritted teeth.
Just as well that the heat packed in holsters and garters was only plastic, and the winnings were worthless, except for the fun, which was priceless!
