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tampered2013-02-13 06:31 pm
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[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...
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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He lights a cigarette, then offers her one. "There are two kinds of poker players. There're guys like me who play the odds. We look at statistics. We see what's possible, what's probable, what mathematics says we should and shouldn't do. When we take risks, they're calculated risks. When we win, it's because the odds were in our favor and we played it cool. When we lose, it's almost always because we fold."
He takes a thoughtful drag on his cigarette. "Then there's players like I think you'll turn out to be. Sure, you understand the likelihood of things turning out the way you want them, more or less, and you know when luck's against you. But you like things to be interesting, you like danger, and you know that sometimes people get lucky. When you win, it's because you bluff well and push people past their comfort zone. When you lose, it's usually because you overextend yourself in the hopes that things will turn around."
A shrug. It's not a psychological analysis, exactly, but it's about as close as he'll ever get.
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Sometimes. He is, of course, biased towards his own style, but he thinks she'd take better to the other style, and one should really work with their natural talents.
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A pause as he smokes contentedly for a moment, and then seems to remember something. "Oh, and figuring out what your tells are will go a long way towards helping you bluff better."
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"My tells? When other people would know that I'm bluffing?"
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Yes, even he has one, although he's not about to confess as to what it is. He lights another cigarette with the remains of his first cigarette -- ah, chain-smoking, such a healthy habit at his age -- and nods at her with a smile.
"The next couple times you play, play with a small group. One, maybe two other people. That'll give you a better chance to watch their faces and cards."
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And he's not just saying that to be nice. There's every chance that if she practices, she can beat him. Despite his focus on statistics, there is still some degree of chance. He glances at the clock, then back at her with a shrug.
"Looks like break time is over for me. Good game."
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