Letting go and starting over.

[ginger_hustler]

The cheap draylon curtains were hastily drawn, hanging off their rail at one end, their faded orange flowers collapsing on themselves to reveal the abandoned scene behind. She held her hand to the glass, filtering out the glare from the disappearing sun. A milk carton lay on its side on the kitchen counter, its cottage cheese contents still lying

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*locked from Sam*

[ginger_hustler]

I've been with Lester since I was a kid, it's hard to let go. You wouldn't understand. I just wanna know he's okay after Sam had his guys lay into him, you know.

[nickyxsantoro]

"As usual, my place was full. What can I say? We serve the best to the best. I got high-rollers, commissioners, politicians, dancers all busting down my door to get a seat at my tables. Shit, I'm booked up three months in advance these days. I can fucking pick who I let in and who I don't. And you can bet I'm picky too.

It had been an unusual week and I'd made a new friend. I thought about asking her to come, but guessed that wouldn't go down real well. Not with anybody who mattered. Still, there was plenty of time for Paige.

Tonight was for my friend. The Jew. And his crazy wife, Ginger. They were back together and Sam was happy. If he was happy then I was happy for him. So what if I'd been with Ginger. That was over. She knew it and so did I.

I strolled around the restaurant and shook hands and patted shoulders. I am the host and believe me, if the food was bad, nobody would ever fucking complain, because hey have to complain to me. If they complain, I'll put a shot glass right in their eyes."

[ginger_hustler]

Whether Ginger did it deliberately, who knows? But when she stepped out of the car outside Nicky's place, she was wearing almost exactly the same outfit that she'd worn that coked up drunken night. Except it was in cream, not black. Tight cream leather pants and a sequinned halter neck silk top in the same color. Not that Nicky would notice, she thought, or maybe he would. Her choice had made a statement, and if she was the only one to know it, then it didn't matter. And to top it off, the new mink she'd bought in LA.

Sam had known that fur wasn't cheap as soon as she'd stepped out of the bedroom, but time was pressing on, and he didn't like to be late, so he'd not asked. Ginger had already taken half an hour longer than she should have. Besides, she looked stunning.

[rothstein_ace]

She did look stunning. A mile apart from the vision he had witnessed too often in the previous few weeks.

The fur looked amazing on her and, despite the cost, he was sure it was worth every cent that he had no doubt paid for it.

"You look incredible," Sam said as she joined him at the penthouse elevator doors.

Sam wondered if this was going to be the most perfect night since his invite to the Country Club. So far, he couldn't help but think that it would be.

[ginger_hustler]

She knew she looked amazing, and for the first time in months, she got the same thrill out of hearing Sam say it that she used to.

She'd smiled at him with eyes that were in love with him still as they'd stepped into the elevator. And now, outside the restaurant, as Sam's arm slipped around her waist, she'd kissed his cheek with an easy familiarity.

Ginger was on form, she'd turned on the charm, and was ready to make every head turn when they walked in.