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

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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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This is a situation that calls for some finesse, although Meyer tends to think that about every situation. It would be easy simply to call a bouncer over, and tell the guy to get the hell out, but there are better and more polite ways to handle it, in his opinion.

"Do you know who it came from?"

[deadmanbusiness]

"Give me a second." He puts the coin down and tracks Jake urging it to go back to where he got the coin from.

"There's a man, in plaid. Looks like a lumberjack."

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Cheating lumberjacks. Just what he wanted to deal with tonight. He approaches the table quietly, tight smile already on his face, tapping the guy on the shoulder.

"I'll need to talk to you for a minute."

He hopes Theo is right behind him. While Meyer can fight, and fight damn well for someone his height, he doesn't feel like getting into a brawl if the man in plaid has had a few too many to drink and feels surly.

[deadmanbusiness]

Of course Theo is behind him. He's not going to send his 'boss' after a guy on his rat's says so without going with him. Mind you, he's not all that tall either...

The guy turns around and blinks rapidly when he recognizes Meyer.

"Yeah?" he says in a gravely voice that sounds like a tractor.

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"I think you may have misplaced something."

He slides the coin onto the table, wanting to gauge the man's reaction. If he plays like he doesn't know what the hell he's looking at, well, Meyer'll let it slide for now, keep a close eye on him, and throw him out at the first sign of any more trouble. If he admits to it being his, he'll be asked to leave right then.

[deadmanbusiness]

"Oh, I must have dropped it," the man says almost casually, but clearly glad that it's been found and slightly sweating.

He doesn't seem to think that Meyer knows what sort of coin it was.

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"Of course."

His smile is no less friendly than they were a moment before, but his eyes are certainly cold as he continues to address the man. "I'd suggest that you keep a better eye on your personal belongings next time. You wouldn't want somebody to get the wrong idea."

[deadmanbusiness]

The man leaves the coin where Meyer put it. "In a place like this? I wouldn't be surprised if it walked out of this place. It's very kind of you to have noticed it dropped."

Silly non-magical man not knowing what he's giving back.

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"Of course."

Meyer leans forward, one hand on the table, and stares the guy right in the eye. "And, you understand, I don't want to see it around here again, or I'll have to have another word with you."

And from his tone of voice, that other 'word' will be far less polite.

[deadmanbusiness]

The man blinks rapidly, "I ain't done nothing wrong."

[recognize_an_opportunity]

"Maybe not yet. That's why I'm suggesting that you don't bring it around again."

Meyer looks back at Theo, nodding at him, wordlessly indicating that if Theo sees him cheating around here again, he has Meyer's permission to kick him out.

[deadmanbusiness]

Theo nods back, getting the meaning.

The lumberjack scowls at the both of them and grips the coin tightly in his hand.

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"In the meantime, have a great night."

Meyer's smile looks almost genuine.

[deadmanbusiness]

All he gets is scowling.

Theo, at least, smiles brightly.

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As they walk away, Meyer nods at Theo, speaking under his breath. "Good. If he comes around again and causes trouble, you have my permission to deal with him however you see fit."

[deadmanbusiness]

"I'll deal with him properly," Theo says. Which may involve scaring the living daylights out of the guy. Necromancers can be scary when they want to be.

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"I'm sure you will."

He has the sense that Theo can manage scary just fine, and that suits him. It's good to have employees with some tricks up their sleeves, as it were.

"Now I should get back to work."

He's never been one to take a long break when there are things to do, after all.