[OPEN LOG] A LITTLE PARTY NEVER KILLED NOBODY

[makingastatement]

When; July 4th after this
Rating; Links are NSFW due to language and sexy hooker flashmobs. Other than language, situations shouldn't get above PG-13.
Characters; It's a party-- come one, come all!
Summary; Surprise birthday party for Meyer Lansky. Everyone is welcome!
Log;

Lucky's casino is busy as usual on Thursday, but those inside will notice that the stage normally reserved for entertainment is shrouded in a large curtain. The owner is seated, prepared to listen to the audition of a buxom blond who seems shy and has no real command over the stage. After a deep breath, she begins to sing in a voice barely above a whisper:

"Happy birthday to you~"

Before she can really get into the meat of the song, the curtain rises to reveal an unusual spectacle. Women of all sizes and shapes dressed comfortably in next to nothing. Those inside the casino can see them make a musical entrance. They seem to dote especially on the owner, who appears to be hoisted in his seat by two beefy men in shiny speedos. They carry him closer to what appears to be a cake.

It's not.

The exterior slips away revealing a mounted pole and another woman who has no problem steadying her stilettos on the arms of the chair the owner is being held captive in from time to time.

Looks like it's SOMEONE'S BIRTHDAY

All varieties of business continue as usual after the reveal. The women and men will flirt with anyone who has the means to earn their attention. There's even a new racehorse to the circuit being promoted out back! Come evening, patriotic Americans launch fireworks into the night sky. So come! There's good company, gambling, drinks and dancing-- eat, drink and be merry in honor of the holiday and Meyer Lansky's birthday!

Comments

[recognize_an_opportunity]

The birthday boy is a little baffled. Maybe a lot baffled would be a better way to put it. He keeps staring around the casino, taking in the spectacle, but none of it quite makes sense. Where did all of this come from? How did they keep it secret for so long? And, most importantly, why?

He looks around desperately for Al or Theo, trying to find an explanation, but no matter where he looks, there's just more to see -- more women wearing practically nothing, specifically, which is remarkably distracting. "What..." he begins to ask, then shakes his head. That question doesn't seem to make a whole lot of sense.

"Why did... how..."

These questions are posed to anyone who can answer them, whether they're his employees (who he's going to have to have a word with), his guests, or the... hired entertainment themselves. The expression on his face is nothing short of befuddled.

[deadmanbusiness]

They're very good at keeping secrets Meyer. Now you'll never be able to trust them again! MWAHAhhaa... um.

Theo sidles around some people, who do make way for him, to get to the stunned Meyer. He's projecting creepy a little to give him room, but he tones it down when he gets next to his stunned boss.

"You okay?" he asks, concerned. Only mildly.

[recognize_an_opportunity]

"I'm..."

He looks around again, completely baffled. In fact, he seems to be lost for words, which is rare for someone so normally eloquent, even in the most trying of situations. He can handle being held at gunpoint. He can handle tense meetings with just about anyone. He can handle drug deals. What he can't handle, seemingly, is a spectacle like this.

"A little surprised."

That's putting it mildly.

[makingastatement]

One half of the duo can be found near the back talking excitedly to three of the girls. It takes him a moment to notice Meyer standing there, but when he does Al is all smiles.

"Really pulled the wool over your eyes huh, chief?"

And they did a damn fine job of it judging from the look on the birthday boy's face. He's clearly very proud of that.

[recognize_an_opportunity]

"Yeah, that's... certainly one way to put it."

His face still hasn't quite lost its expression of confusion. There's the obvious question of why they set all of this up, but then there're other questions, too. How had they managed to do it without him knowing anything about it? Is this why they had forced him to go back to his apartment the previous night rather than sleep at the casino? He scratches his head, then frowns.

"Was this your idea?"

Al seems like a likely suspect.

[hischair]

It has to be said, Jim goes in with the best (or pretty good, at least) intentions. Casinos on Earth aren't unfamiliar to him after wasting odd weekends in San Francisco, decidedly off-campus, and he knows they're usually packed with enough interesting clientele to turn heads anywhere else. This place looks fancy, and he heads inside with his gold shirt folded and stuffed under the back of his short-sleeved black top to remain slightly less memorable.

He doesn't intend to drink and even if he had the cash, he wouldn't, skimming the faces there where he hangs back in the shadows. Everyone else is rowdy enough to let him go unnoticed on the eaves of the festivities, thank God. And, well. It's been a short eternity since he appreciated the way the ladies winding around those poles manage to move, finding himself watching a shade longer than necessary.

"Who's Meyer Lansky?" he asks one of the servers, glancing away as best he can from the blonde deciding to do the splits in his direction. Unfortunately, the waitress is harried and gets shuffled on by another, far flashier patron, leaving Jim wondering where to get some answers from next.

Right, he thinks in resignation. Who looks like a 'Lansky' ...

Hope you don't mind the birthday boy himself!

[recognize_an_opportunity]

If Jim's assuming that this Lansky guy is someone who knows what he's doing, he'll be sadly disappointed. Meyer's still kind of standing in a corner, trying to avoid the majority of the chaos, looking around himself occasionally like he can't imagine what he's doing here or what's going on. Despite being the owner of the casino, things have never gotten quite this exciting. It's usually just cards, maybe some light entertainment.

There's a drink in his hand -- not his first, and it won't be his last, since drinking seems to be about the only option here. He hears Jim's question, though, and lifts his chin in response, indicating that he's the guy Jim's looking for, although he doesn't say anything, maybe because he's still too confused by the whole scene to come up with anything clever to say. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves, and that's one thing he can be grateful for in this ridiculous birthday scheme: maybe the casino'll make some decent profits.

Not at all!

[hischair]

When he double-takes the nod, he has to wonder if he's about to be offered contraband because the man he walks toward looks nothing like the person in his head (someone gaudy and cheap, thrilled by the dancing girls). No, he finds himself making a note to find out whether bankers sell drugs.

He hitches up a brief smile.

"Mr. Lansky? This is quite the party."

[water_wine_wizard]

Hello pretty guy by himself! Have a very friendly girl walk up to you and smile broadly.

"Hello!" she says and offers a hand. "Mind some company?"

[hischair]

Hitching up a friendly smile when approached, he hesitates only a moment before accepting and shaking her hand. Local casino-goer? That'll work.

"Not at all, I'd be glad of it. Jim Kirk, and you are —?"

Who wants to come hang out with the birthday boy once he's actually having fun

[recognize_an_opportunity]

He couldn't sulk forever. Nor could he be confused forever. There may be a lecture forthcoming for Al and Theo, maybe the next day, but for now, he's making the best of it. In fact, as he sits on a barstool, a couple empty glasses next to him, he looks downright relaxed: jacket off, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up. It's a strange look, for him. It's probably disconcerting for anyone that knows him.

There'd been a girl sitting next to him, or maybe a series of girls -- he hadn't exactly been great about keeping everyone's name straight so far, and as the night wears on, it becomes increasingly unlikely that he'll commit anyone else's name to memory unless he already knows it -- but she'd drifted off, and now he's sitting contentedly by himself, finally looking as though he fits in at this party.

Re: Who wants to come hang out with the birthday boy once he's actually having fun

[water_wine_wizard]

"That is a horrible tie," Laruna says sitting next to him. She's got a drink of something in her hand and has been enjoying herself.

She'd danced with some men. Danced with some women. Gambled a bit. Drank a lot. She figured it was time to pay her respects to the birthday boy.

[recognize_an_opportunity]

"It is, isn't it?" he agrees, turning to her with a surprisingly contented smile on his face. "It was a present, and it seemed appropriate for the way the evening's turned out."

It's a horrid tie. But he finds himself strangely attached to it, perhaps because it's so awful. He pushes aside some of the empty glasses on the bar so that she can set her drink down if she'd like to.

[makingastatement]

A trip to the back to replenish some supplies quickly becomes concerning. He's all for a light atmosphere, but some behaviors are troubling, especially when he can't seem to find their source. He returns to the casino floor and spots Meyer in his seat.

"Hey."

He pulls up a nearby seat.

"You scare everybody off already?"

[recognize_an_opportunity]

"I don't think so," he says, almost languidly, giving Al a slight smile. "I'm just having a drink and enjoying myself."

Enjoying himself. What a novel concept. Although he really does seem to be, from the smile and his more lighthearted tone.

[spotlighted]

At exactly 12:01 on July 5, Ruby arrives back in the City. This time, however, instead of finding herself appearing there, she was invited to return, and jumped at the opportunity. She immediately heads over to Lucky's, and is surprised to see it far rowdier than usual. As she pushes her way inside, the scantily clad women make her do a doubletake, but her expression is filled with amusement rather than distaste.

She wends her way through the crowd, trying to find someone she recognizes.

[recognize_an_opportunity]

By 12:01, Meyer's pretty damn drunk. Drunk enough that he's enjoying the party, rather than standing awkwardly in the corner. He has a drink in his hand, and he's laughing at something someone else is saying, but some strange impulse makes him look over his shoulder, and then he sees Ruby.

His jaw, quite literally, drops. He has no idea what to say, but a big grin spreads across his face, one of absolute delight. "Ruby!" he exclaims, loud enough to be heard over the crowd.

[spotlighted]

She spins round when she hears him call out her name, her smile widening into a beaming grin. "Well, well. Meyer Lansky, I never thought I'd see you again."

[makingastatement]

The party is still going strong, thankfully, and Al can enjoy himself with a substitute behind the bar. He's had a few drinks himself, enough that when a familiar face seems to enter the casino he has to move closer and really squint to confirm her identity.

"Red! Hey!"

[spotlighted]

Ruby grins, knowing there's only one person in the whole world that would call her that. "Al!" She shoves a large man blocking the quickest path to him out of the way, making her way over to him.

[deadmanbusiness]

Though they never talked much, Theo does recognize Ruby when she reappears and brightens considerably.

"Ruby! Hey! You're back!"

[spotlighted]

"Hey Theo!" Ruby grins at him, hopping down from where she'd perched herself on the edge of the bar to greet him. "Yeah, I'm back! It feels like I've been gone a million years."

[valentineluke]

His visit tonight wasn't about making business connections or celebrating the holiday. Merely curious to see what the infamous (and party's co-host) Al Capone had pulled together.

Casino was packed with primarily human attendees, many well into their cups. Not in the mood for drunken advances, he used his vampiric glamor to hide in plain sight. 'Wattage' turned down low; nothing to attract their attention. Just another body amongst the throng. Those sober and or sensitive would notice the tall, white clothed and skinned, attractive blond. He had little reason to duck them. More so since the staff were the ones to pass along 'persons of interest' alerts.

Made ordering a scotch from the bartender much easier, too.

[sostylish]

Adrienne missed the fireworks, since she didn't arrive in the City until after midnight, but she didn't miss the whole shebang. Hey, she really needed a drink- unexpected interdimensional travel isn't easy on the nerves- and a raging party seemed like the place to get one. She's not exactly dressed for it, wearing a skirt suit and a shoulder holster, but she's smiling and nodding to people like she knows exactly what she's doing.

[deadmanbusiness]

"Adrienne!" There's a very happy necromancer here to see you! He's a wee bit drunk and has enough glitter on him to look like a vampire.