The dining room was decorated like a snow-dusted pine forest: real Christmas trees decorated with blinking Christmas lights interspersed among the tab...es. There was seating for 118 people. Round tables surrounded the dance floor, ranging from six to eight people per table. During dinner, a pianist dressed in a tuxedo played soft dinner music.When the Wilhelms arrived they found the Firestones, along with Sandor VanCleef and his date, sitting at a table at the edge of the dance floor. Amanda sat. " Lanella suddenly looked relieved; her panic had vanished. But hecouldn't quite understand why Mysti kept referring to him as 'she' and'her'. She knew better. But she also knew Woody and Alex; maybe shethought they would be disturbed if they knew he was really male. But Lanella's concern about Mysti's pronoun references to him suddenlyvanished. Instead, he began wondering how he could have forgottenjust how great a dancer he'd always been. *** Woody and Lanella danced together the rest of the. At the same time I drew my other pistol and held it at the ready."Now you can either talk or die." I informed him.Reluctantly he sat across the table in front of me."Who are you?" I asked."I am now Lord Harold Winslow, heir to the Winslow estates." There are no estates, they were gambled away by the late Lord Winslow's father and the remainder has been sequestered by me. However, there is still the amount of 5000 guineas outstanding which I assume you are willing to recompense me, now you have. I made small talk with the cute guy, who introduced himself as Jeff. I also talked with the cowboy. Of course I flirted with both. I pretended to not have any idea what I was doing, and kept asking Jeff for advice. It seemed a good idea, since he seemed to be a pretty good player, with a hefty stack of chips in front of him. Over the next two hours or so, the people at the table change. We change dealers but Jeff and I keep talking. He was from Chicago and in Vegas for some convention. He was.