TITLE: Lucky Streak
AUTHOR: Ragna (writinggoddess@aol.com)
SPOILERS/CLASSIFICATION: Post-"Chosen;" BtVS/Las Vegas crossover; Faith/Danny McCoy
DISCLAIMER: If you don't recognize it, chances are it's my own creation. If you do, I don't own it. Joss Whedon, Kazui Sandollar, The WB, UPN, et. al. most likely do. Have no clue who owns the rights to "Las Vegas" characters, but it's not me.
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He was tough. He didn’t really like to talk about himself much. And, frankly, in Faith’s opinion, that was great. She’d tried different, she’d tried things with Robin and it didn’t work. Back to the same old routine, and where best to pick up a guy than Las Vegas.

“I mean, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” was her line of reasoning, her mental thought as she enjoyed her time flitting through casinos, glad Willow had given her a great credit rating and a clean record.

And last night was a great night. She’d won big at this rinky-dink casino, about $750,000, and decided to finally hit the only place she hadn’t gone yet: The Montecito.

She was tagged a VIP and her luck only got better as she won more and more money. In fact, her hostess almost begged her to stop gambling and just relax so that the casino wouldn’t go broke.

All Faith asked for was the security guy, Danny. If she could make it happen, she’d stop gambling.

And last night, when they’d been alone, there was a fierceness in the way the got together, something wild and primitive.

When she woke up, he was gone. But she knew he’d be back…she’d just hit the tables again and keep trying to win, to get her luck to change. She’d get him back in her bed, if she was at all lucky, and she thought she was.