Gangsters and thugs / criminals and hoods

[recognize_an_opportunity]

When; January 17th
Rating; R because... it's them.
Characters; Al Capone, Meyer Lansky
Summary; It's Al's birthday. Meyer decided to bring him a present. I think we all know how well that'll go.
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Meyer's been accused of working all the time and of never having any fun. And of course, it doesn't escape his notice that one of his biggest accusers is Al. To be fair, Al's decidedly better at having fun than he is. In fact, he might go so far as to say that Al's excellent at having fun, whereas he himself is only middling at best.

But he's determined to change that, if only for today, because he's caught wind of the fact that it's Al's birthday. And that deserves just a little bit of indulgence, doesn't it?

So although Al may not be expecting to hear a knock on his door shortly before he'd be heading out for his shift at the casino -- if he'd intended to come in to work on his birthday at all, which Meyer's doubtful of -- he'll open the door to find Meyer standing outside of his apartment with an immaculately wrapped gift tucked under one arm, looking expectant.

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"What breeze?"

He's not being sarcastic. He really can't feel much of anything except overheated, and if there was a breeze, he completely missed it. He wishes he hadn't. From the way Al's got himself all wrapped up in his own arms, it must be nice and chilly. Why can't he feel it? He wants to put his head in the freezer right about now.

"It's still so warm out here."

He says this as he begins to shrug off his jacket, obviously wanting to disrobe a little for the sake of comfort. The tie comes off, too, and the vest gets unbuttoned a little, anything to get this mysterious breeze Al's referring to. And he'd probably keep removing items of clothing, except... he's suddenly distracted by something. Al's tie. Yes, he's running the material between his thumb and forefinger, looking wonderingly at Al.

"Have you touched this thing?"

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Without any real prompt, Al starts to collect the clothes that Meyer is peeling off, making use of himself like a lively coat rack. Hey, it's adding layers anyway and that warm feeling is very reassuring. It's only after the tie is brought to his attention that he is able to focus in on it.

"You're touching it."

It's an obvious obstacle, but not one of any great concern. He doesn't seem to mind, actually, watching the fabric wrinkle and unwrinkled as it goes under close inspection.

"What's wrong with it?"

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"I'm touching it because..."

He actually has no idea why he's touching it, except that it seems like the right thing to do. And it's incredibly hard to prevent himself from doing it once he gets started. Vaguely, he notices Al does seem to be behaving as a human coat rack, but that seems like the least of his concerns. Touching Al's tie is of much more importance.

"It just... it's very soft. That's not something that's wrong with it. It's very right."

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It's a fortunate thing he's got great balance and not a care in the world, because Meyer's clothes have thus far stayed off the ground. He's nodding a little at the assessment, taking the observation as a compliment and bringing that back around to his general good sense.

"That's probably why I bought it."

And in a careless, breezy grab, the coat rack charade falls apart and he's now feeling his own tie, letting the rest of the clothes fall to the ground.

"Yeah, now I remember."

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Normally, he'd be a little frustrated about Al dropping his clothes all over the ground. At the moment, he doesn't really care, because he's too busy stroking Al's tie like it's the only thing he can possibly imagine doing ever again -- and at the moment, it really is.

Well, feeling Al's tie with one hand, that is; the other hand has strayed to Al's vest, marveling over just how soft it, too, seems to be. Maybe Al just has exceptionally soft clothes, or maybe there's something in the drugs that makes everything seem that way. Either way, he likes it.

"This is nice, too."

Nice, except it's still too damn hot.