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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"Good."

He looks around the room once more, then finally relaxes a little. This is supposed to be his break, after all, and he's pretty sure everyone else can keep things under control while he relaxes. He's going to have to start bringing his dinner to work with him -- he hasn't eaten since the afternoon, and he's pretty sure alcohol doesn't count as food.

"I'll have an Old Fashioned. Not too heavy on the alcohol."

"You got it," he decides to honor this request by ignoring it completely. Generally, Al considers himself to be a good judge of identifying the unspoken need. Most people don't know what they're asking for or let their reservations get in the way without even knowing it. Lansky could stand to relax a little, that is if he doesn't end up nitpicking the cocktail like everything else.

A little extra orange promotes good health and blends the additional bourbon wonderfully.

"What about you-- you run out of wind yet?" he grins, topping off the beverage with some ice before setting it down on the counter.

"I never run out of wind."

That's not entirely true, but he doesn't generally let himself. He's glad to be on a break, but he knows that soon enough he'll go back to trying to juggle ten things at once. For now, leaning against the bar is a hell of a lot better than working the room.

He takes a sip of the drink, not seeming to notice the added alcohol, and nods. "Thanks. You can take a break in awhile, and I'll watch the bar."

The first drink is monitored under a guise of seeking approval. It lingers past the nod before he finally savors success in a mock toast with his glass of water.

"Nah. I think I've got a better shot keeping money in my pockets back here."

"If you're sure. Everyone needs a break." He can say that easily enough, but he rarely takes his own advice.

Not that running a bar is his forte, but he figures he could muddle through it for fifteen minutes or so if Al wanted to go out and have a cigarette or a drink of his own. He takes another, longer sip of the drink, already feeling more relaxed.

There's no point in telling the kid to practice what he preaches. A smoke might be nice once they're closing up, but the rest of the shift is nothing he can't handle. Best to do it sober. He gets stupid when he drinks and he knows it. Nobody else needs to.

"D'you even know how to mix a drink?" from what he's heard it wouldn't anything Rothstein would ask of his bootlickers. As for learning from family-- he can't even imagine this guy being anything but an end table to set a glass on.

"Of course I know how to mix a drink."

He sounds almost offended. Sure, he can't mix a drink as well as Al can, but there's just certain things you have to know how to do, and he counts that as one of them, like playing poker or knowing how to fire a gun accurately.

"I'm just askin'," a short clearing of his throat helps clip some of his laughter. Some traits don't fit a face, but in most instances that's exactly what turns them into an advantage. It's not all that unfortunate to work under someone when one can learn how they tick.

"It's a fair question. We all want to work for competent people."

After draining the rest of his drink from the glass, he looks down at the empty glass suspiciously. He doesn't normally feel any noticeable difference after one drink, but that one seems to have had some effect on him -- he doesn't feel drunk, not even close, but still, there's something there.

"How exactly did you make this drink?"

He's got the sneaking suspicion the proportions might have been a little different than he asked for.

"Extra orange," he nods to the remains of the fruit, "just a habit, I guess."

The half-truth is nonchalant, and he wastes no time progressing the conversation.

"Gotta admit, name aside, you've got a good crowd going here. Keep it up and you might end up with a good reputation around here."

Extra orange. He didn't believe that, but it wasn't like he could prove Al had added anything extra to the drink. He'd just have to take it slowly, see how much it affected him, and not let himself go back for another. That shouldn't be difficult.

"Yeah, the crowd's looking good. I don't get your hangup about the name, but I'm glad to see it hasn't negatively impacted your work ethic."

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

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I just laughed out loud at that last sentence

:D

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ahhhhhhh I'm so sorry.

Re: No apologies necessary!