[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

[hischair]

Ninety percent of Jim's experience in the bedroom has been with women, but on the occasions he's been propositioned by a pretty face he isn't inclined to be turned off by something as silly as gender when people in the same class have had tentacles hanging off their nose. But those are stories for another day.

"You should be glad they didn't set you up on a full-blown blind date. Would've given you a reason to string them up, though. Pity they're smarter than that, huh."

Jim levels him with a probing look, one without judgment but ample curiosity.

"Just not into that kind of thing?"

[recognize_an_opportunity]

"Not into what kind of thing? Dating?"

He gives a little shrug. "I work a lot. I don't exactly have time for it."

He could make time for it, if he wanted to. And it's not that he opposes the current view -- Al and Theo had picked pretty damn good looking people. Whenever he tries to explain his disinterest in dating, though, it comes out as though he has some kind of disinterest about fun in general, so he mostly sticks to the I work a lot excuse.

[hischair]

"I know what you mean," he agrees, although he doesn't offer up a job description and instead looks out over the casino. He's had one drink, immersed himself in smoke and women; it's probably time for him to head back before Bones starts his own mini search party. That, and he wants to be around his people instead of scantily-clad dancers all of a sudden. Work isn't exactly work for Jim, it's more a life calling.

"And on that sobering note, I should call it a night. You make sure you enjoy yourself, alright?"

The way Jim looks at Lansky is less guarded than it was the first time around when they shook hands. He does hope he has a good time, however he manages it.

[recognize_an_opportunity]

He nods and offers Jim a small but genuine smile. "Have a nice evening yourself, and it was good meet you. Come back and play cards sometime."

When it's not quite this crazy is, of course, the unspoken message there. The casino is usually low-key, and while nights like tonight might draw a big crowd, he doesn't intend to make a habit of it. He'll try to have a good time, if he can manage, and he does hope Jim comes back. Sure, he doesn't really know the guy yet, but he seems pleasant enough -- a good potential customer.

"I'll see you around."

[hischair]

Nodding by way of agreement to do just that and oblige him, he taps his empty glass.

"Don't think I've forgotten that I owe you a drink."

Flashing a smile, he slides to his feet and heads out without gawking at the women like a younger Jim Kirk would have done. The only company he gravitates toward now feels like home, and that's more than enough.