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makingastatement) wrote in
tampered2013-07-04 11:00 am
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[OPEN LOG] A LITTLE PARTY NEVER KILLED NOBODY
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!
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!

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"It's all a bit much to take in, of course. There's so much going on."
Anywhere he looks, he sees something new and exciting -- and likely, scantily clad.
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There really is a lot going on. It's fun!
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It's not exactly his scene, but then, big parties never have been. He's obviously the kind of person who's far more inclined to something smaller and more staid, but it's good to break out of one's comfort zone occasionally. At least, that's what people say.
And I almost tagged this with Theo
She takes a gulp of drink and then some peanuts. Fun things those. This is her scene. And small get togethers. She doesn't like being alone.
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And, to be fair, it probably had been. The way he'd stood there -- or rather sat there -- staring in disbelief, the way he'd been unable to ask even the most basic of questions, and had been completely taken aback, all of that probably was funny.
At the time, it hadn't seemed particularly funny to him, but a few hours and quite a few drinks later, it does seem a bit amusing.
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She wishes she could have seen it. But still, to throw a party just so you could see someone react doesn't seem fair.
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And he seems to have done just that, although it had taken quite a bit. He's no longer actively looking uncomfortable whenever a girl wearing very little walks by, for example.
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She was able to kiss him on the cheek.
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He certainly does look more relaxed than usual. He hasn't even evaded her cheek kisses, or tried to stop her from flirting with him.
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It's weird!
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There's that logic of his, winning out as always, even after drinking a considerable amount of alcohol.
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She pats his cheek. He's adorable.
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But he has to admit, it's kind of nice once and awhile.
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It's very nice. Yes. Maybe he could put it on his schedule.
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He sways a little in his seat, obviously far more effected by the alcohol than he gives himself credit for.
"... can you imagine me dancing?"
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Not that he really thinks he'll be dancing. But stranger things have happened.
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They have! But she's not going to get Meyer completely smashed to see him dance.
"And there still always the theater."
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He looks down at his glass, which is suddenly very empty. "You want anything?"
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"And if you feel up to it in a few hours, I'll dance with you."
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"I'll hold you to that."
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Yay more drinks. She lifts hers up in a toast. "Happy birthday. How old are you?"
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