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When: Friday, December 27th. Evening.
Where: Lucky's.
Rating: Let's say anywhere from PG-13 to R, just to be on the safe side.
Characters: Meyer Lansky, the staff of Lucky's, and YOU!
Summary: There's a party being hosted at the casino. Everyone's invited. It's pretty much a log for everyone to mingle. There'll be some specific location thread headers for people to tag into, but feel free to toss up your own starter and have people come hang out with you.

The party hadn't been his idea, but once the organizing had gotten underway, he'd been pleased with the idea despite his initial reservations. Marguerite had been wise to suggest scheduling it between Christmas and New Years -- it wouldn't interfere with other parties that way, and everyone was already in the mood to celebrate.

And that's why things at Lucky's were in full swing that night. The drinks were flowing, the card games were being dealt quickly, the entertainment was good, and everyone who worked there was dressed just a little more fancily than usual; the proprietor could even be found in a tuxedo, greeting people as they arrived.

And with all of this excitement in the air, there's just one question tonight... are you feeling lucky?

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[ For all your drinking needs ]

Edited 2013-12-27 06:59 (UTC)

[Lara Croft has just arrived at Lucky's, finally taking Mr. Lansky up on the invitation he made so long ago, when she provided some suggestion for how to get blood of a jacket. She's dressed up a bit for tge occasion in an outfit that would make her associates back home collapse from shock. Wearing a black satin gown, make-up and her hair styled from her usual, she leans against the bar to order a drink.]

A glass of white, please. Something dry.

[As soon as Lara gets her glass of wine at the bar, Meyer's hurrying over to greet her, smiling that ever so charming smile, not a hair out of place.]

I'm glad you could make it.

[She turns at the voice and smiles.]

Mr. Lansky. I could hardly refuse an invitation to a party held by you.

[A nod, but it's a modest one, almost self-deprecating.]

Well, I suppose it is being held by me, but I can't take credit for arranging it. I'm not exactly an accomplished party planner.

Then you have hired a very good party planner.

She's the new hostess here at the casino, actually -- her name's Marguerite, you may have seen her around here somewhere.

[He looks around the room quickly, but doesn't immediately spot her. She's likely busy welcoming newly arrived guests.]

I admit, I was skeptical about the party idea in general, but it seems to be working out.

I think I have, yes. Why were you skeptical? It's the holiday season. Parties are usually part of the celebrations.

They are, but I figured other people would be having parties, and, personally, I've never been the party type.

Really? You were very quick to greet me. I wouldn't be able to tell that you were uncomfortable at all.

I wouldn't say I'm uncomfortable, per se, but...

[A quiet laugh.]

I've been told more than once -- by my employees, no less -- that I'm in desperate need of 'loosening up.'

Events such as this will certainly help you with that.

[She has a sip of her wine and looks around at the decorations and other quests.]

So I assume that means you suggest I have more events like this in the future?

[She smiles at him.]

You assume correctly.

Do you enjoy parties so much at home, too, or are you simply lacking other entertainment here in the City? I know people get awfully bored here; I certainly do.

I'm not usually a very social creature when it comes to such things, but I thought I'd make the effort, given our circumstances.

[She laughs a little.]

That and it has been rather dull since that battle on the mountain.

That's generally how I feel about it, as well. The City does have a way of making us expand our horizons.

[A raised eyebrow.]

Would you prefer more battles, maybe?

It does, yes.

[She shakes her head.]

Battles aren't on the top of my list, but sometimes, they are necessary. I'd rather explore.

Exploration seems relatively limited here. It's not a small city, certainly, but there's only so much you can see here before it gets old. I imagine you'd prefer more freedom in which to explore.

Freedom is always preferable, Mr. Lansky. I haven't explored everywhere yet. I need to stock-up on some supplies first.

Yeah? What kind of supplies? I might be able to be of some assistance.

A bit of this and that. I could use some more supplies. Medical, climbing gear, ammunition...

I might be able to help with the ammunition. You'll probably have to look to someone else for the medical and climbing gear.

I've put out some feelers.

[She has another sip of wine.]

So, ammunition. That's good to know. Do you have access to any weapons at all, by chance?

Sure do, depending on what you're looking for.

[Parties probably aren't the best places for conducting business, but how can he resist the opportunity?]

[Parties aren't the best place for business, true...]

Perhaps this isn't the time or the place to be discussing such things. I wouldn't want to spoil to evening for you.

[Or for her, really. How often does she get out?]

I assure you, you wouldn't be spoiling the evening for me, but it might make your own night more enjoyable to avoid the subject of business.

You're very kind to offer your time, but I wouldn't want to keep the host from mingling with his guests. That and mixing business with pleasure is rarely advisable.

Of course. We'll have a conversation about it at another time, then. I hope you enjoy the party.

[A little smile. It's true, he really should mingle.]

[Have a winning smile.]

I'm sure that I will. Perhaps, when you need a break from being the host, you could take me on a tour of your fine establishment?

Of course. And rest assured, I'll need a break from being the host soon enough.

Excellent. I'll see you later, then.

[ Got a royal flush? Maybe a full house? ]

[Behold the too tall teenage delinquent all dressed up. Flip, sort, pass. It is all pretty routine to him now as he deals.]

[And here's the teenage delinquent's boss, strolling up after Roman deals one more round of cards and the people that were at his card table drift away. He smiles, then offers Roman a cigarette.]

You can take a quick break, if you want.

[Oh shit. Boss looming. Too late to try and look hyper productive.]

Yeah?

[Ahem.]

Thanks, boss.

[Boss sounds better than Mr. Meyer or Herr Fuhrer. As far as bosses go, he clearly is not the worse. For a teenage boy with a first job, everything is so hard. Everything.]

Party going okay?

[Just 'Meyer' would be okay, but he's not exactly going to protest being called 'boss' either.]

Seems to be going just fine so far. I hope people're spending a considerable amount of money here at the card tables.

Theo meanders by his table, zombie rat on his shoulder. He watches for a moment and flashes the kid a smile when the round finishes.

"You're getting better."

[Oh man. Of course he'd get a weirdo.]

Yeah. Well you know what they say about practicing.

[As he's collecting the cards back to shuffle once again. Is the rat a puppet or pet? Do they even allow pets here? With the game over Roman's spooky green eyes start to stare a little.]

He's not a weirdo. He's the other card dealer. Or maybe one doesn't preclude the other. It's hard to see Theo's spooky silver eyes as he's wearing sunglasses. The rat gives the kid a beady one eyed gaze. The other eye is missing.

"True enough," he says and leans the table. Absently he picks up a poker chip and starts flickering it through his fingers like a magician.

[No, no no. Perma-weird. Everyday weird in a way that he's there. And now that Roman notices him more, he just is too out of the realm of typical without a curse.]

Did you get any tips or anything?

[With or without the rat prop, pet...thing....]

Everyone thinks that about him. It's not fair. He's just your normal multibillionare demi-god necromancer... well, okay that's pretty unusual back home too.

"Some friends back home are total cheats and card sharks," Theo says. "They taught me more than a few tricks."

Kale and Trever never met a card game they wouldn't cheat at. Terrible behavior for princes but... typical for them.

The rat crawls down Theo's arm and perches on his hand watching the chip get flipped through the fingers.

[ Because of course an event like this had to be catered ]

The necromancer demigod is not quite on duty just yet so he's hitting up the food. He's wearing a suit. It's not a tux (fucking bow ties), but it is fancy and nice. The only thing that ruins it is the zombie rat on his shoulder.

The poor rat is trying to eat a grape but failing miserably.

[ For those of you who like to be everywhere or nowhere specific. ]

[ Dewey, in the dapper threads Meyer was kind enough to cover, naturally spends a large portion of the evening at the piano.

The set list is a mix of jazz and ragtime - an eye to his boss' usual preferences - with a dash of classical, which is his own contribution as it helps lend an elegant air of occasion to the event. He even incorporates the two in the big climax.

Of course, he's open to conversation between, or even during, songs. ]

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Lara at the bar - open

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so sorry, reality...

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