tampered | [Open Log] Not so very far from here...

When; Around 10 pm on February 13.
Rating; PG-13 I would imagine.
Characters; Meyer Lansky, and anyone who either works at Lucky's or wants to come gamble!
Summary; It's basically just happy fun times at Lucky's. Or unhappy not fun times, if you decide to cheat or break things! Employees, gamblers, random people wanting a drink... all are welcome!
Log; As far as Meyer was concerned, ten at night was the best time to be at Lucky's. Everyone who worked there was there by then, and that meant he could take a break from dealing hands of poker to wander through the small card room and schmooze with the regulars, as well as greet everyone who came through the door.

As he made his rounds, he was solicitous, complimenting one man on how much money he'd won in a lucky game of blackjack, and commiserating with another man on his empty wallet once he'd lost several hands of poker. He was always suggesting people have another drink, stay for a little while longer, see if they couldn't get their luck back. Maybe just one more hand would win them everything.

If you walk through the door, you're likely to see a large crowd, but Meyer will make sure to push his way through it to greet you personally, shake your hand, and suggest that you take a seat. You never know, tonight might be your lucky night...

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Meyer's been pleased with how Jack's been working. He was glad he'd overlooked the fact that Jack couldn't talk -- it wasn't like bouncers needed to talk, if they were doing their job right, and thus far, Jack had been doing his job exceptionally well. There hadn't been the kind of brawls and danger here that Meyer might have seen in New York City, but that didn't mean that some people didn't take it real personally when they lost, especially if they were drunk.

On the way to check the bar to see if they have enough liquor for the rest of the evening, Meyer passes by Jack, nodding at him. "Good job tonight. Seen anyone suspicious?"

He mostly wanted to know if he was being cheated. People would always try, of course, and some would succeed, but the better the reputation Lucky's got for not permitting cheaters, the more money he'd make from trusting people, and that suited him just fine.

Jack shakes his head in reply. It hasn't exactly been a slow night so far, but he hasn't seen anything particularly shady, at least not enough to warrant his attention. Really, though, if he had, Meyer might not need to ask; he'd surely know by now.

But so far, Jack hasn't had much need for anything beyond his own physicality when it comes to dealing with the local rabble. He still has his plasmids, of course, but he figures that he longer he can go without needing to use them — without needing to reveal the fact that he even has them, really — the better.

Meyer has briefly wondered about Jack, as he wonders about everyone in the City -- who possesses powers, who doesn't? He hasn't asked Jack, thinking somehow that it might be rude. Besides, he knows that if he had any kind of powers, he'd want to keep them as hidden as possible.

"Good. You can take a break soon, if you need one."

He gives Meyer an acknowledging nod, but he doesn't seem keen on taking a break anytime soon. Knowing his luck, it's only when he decides to take his leave that somebody else decides to start some shit, and that just wouldn't look good for anybody involved.

He's glad to see that Jack doesn't look inclined to take a break -- not that he shouldn't if he needs it, but it's nice to see an employee with a good work ethic.

"Keep up the good work," he says, and gives Jack an approving smile. This is working out well, and it doesn't seem to matter that Jack can't talk.

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Re: Open to even the boss, eh? >.>

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