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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"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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ahhhhhhh I'm so sorry.

Re: No apologies necessary!