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

[recognize_an_opportunity]

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...

Comments

[makingastatement]

It takes him a moment to figure-- considering he left his agenda in April of his own time, but arrived here apparently in the month of December, that would make it-- "A little short of two months."

And the time certainly seems to fly.

"Not a bad gig. I'm from Brooklyn, but Chicago's pretty much home now."

[spotlighted]

"That makes you practically a resident in my eyes - I've been here two weeks."

Her smile widens. "Brooklyn I've been to. I'm a Manhattan girl, though; that will always be home, really."

[makingastatement]

"I'll take that as a compliment," he's teasing her. Al finds no offense in the matter, though there are some fairly strange ducks around here that call themselves such.

"Manhattan, huh? You probably get on alright with Lansky then. Meyer, I mean," he doesn't quite fit the bill of a Mr. Lansky. That's a little too farfetched for his tastes.

[spotlighted]

"I wouldn't mean to insult you with it. I'd like to think we're both just passing through here." There was a big difference between making the most of being stuck here and preparing to be here for the rest of you life, after all.

"Yeah, we get on just fine." He seemed like a good person to work for, at the very least. She hadn't managed to see anything apart from that business face yet, but had a lot of respect for it. "He taught me how to play poker earlier."

[makingastatement]

"To passing through," it sounds hell of a lot better than waiting it out. Meanwhile, he's poured himself a shot and raises it in a toast.

"Yeah? Did he teach you anything about a poker face?"

[spotlighted]

"Passing through," she echoes, raising her now half-drained glass.

"He tried. I'm not so good at that part yet, though, I think I need more practise there."

[makingastatement]

And his own drink is gone just as quickly as it appeared.

"I'd say so-- that's the key to the game. Let's see it and I'll give you some tips."

Because he's clearly an expert by absolutely no means.

[spotlighted]

"Okay, let's see if I can do this."

She tries to make her face as impassive as she can, but ends up smiling at him despite herself. "I guess it still needs a little work."

[makingastatement]

"It's not easy, looking at a mug like this," he gestures vaguely to himself with a smirk.

"My advice? You're thinking too much about the person you're looking at. The only thing you should worry about is what you want 'em to think you've got. You get that down, sweetheart, and they'll be running for the hills."

[spotlighted]

"It's far easier when I'm on stage," she admits. "I guess the principle's not too different, though."

[makingastatement]

"If that's what you can tie it back to," he shrugs.

"And when it all works out for you, I expect a cut of your winnings."

He's kidding. Kind of.

[spotlighted]

She chuckles at that. "When I've gambled my way to millions, I'll be sure to remember you."