If Tommy had known what Rose was thinking, he would have approved wholeheartedly. As it was, he simply watched, out of the corner of his eye, as she got ready to leave. The women by the poolside had finished with the sunscreen and were making themselves comfortable. Who said a desert couldn't have great scenery?
Tommy gave a short, sarcastic wave and finished off his drink. Whose birthday was it here? But... he really didn't want to run around the strip looking for her later. Besides, it'd be amusing watching Rose stare down dealers and other suckers, er, gamblers.
By the time Rose got to the casino doors, Tommy was there, holding one open. Not that he could really be considered a gentlemen, or Rose a lady. He was dressed again, in T-shirt and jeans, and completely dry, save for the very tips of his hair.