Bella Luna, Late Morning
She didn't sleep well. The early staffers knew it because Hank didn't smile. She passed pleasantries as always, but her normal spark wasn't in her eyes or smile. Whispers began about "last night."
Rumors circulated through the pack. Hank ignored them as she set about her daily maintenance. Dressed in her usual overall shorts, work boots, and tank top, she wrapped her long, brown hair into a rubber band. First, the slot machines were checked for tampering or hacking. She popped the back of each and plugged her meter into the slots. With a few taps, she calibrated her meter to verify the machine was still in working order.