Post by Adam Byrne on May 31, 2016 8:07:58 GMT
Location: Blue Reef Casino
Characters: Sam Thompson, Adam Byrne
paradise and sin: It was a bit different seeing the casino from the floor, rather than the windows of the office that overlooked it. Here tonight on pleasure, rather than business -- or so it would appear. Everything Adam did was usually the result of business, or lead to it. Call him a workaholic, if ya need to. It might be Monday, but the place was nice and busy. Memorial Day was a kick off to the summer season, and it showed. Adorable old ladies on the slots, and young rich kids at the tables. Dressed for success across the board; lush ladies in their finery of party dresses that showed plenty of skin, the high rollers in loosened bow ties and Armani suits. The tattooed behemoth was no different. He'd found himself a seat at one of the tables in the middle of the whole fucking place. Blackjack was the name of the game, and so far he was ending up pretty flush. Not much of a gambler as it were, but the stunning blonde he was there with had picked the casino for their date, and if you got one look at those tits you'd understand why he'd agreed. Fucking top notch tits. While he'd not pulled out the stops with Armani, he cut a dashing figure of brooding good looks; white dress shirt stretched across his shoulders, and sleeves rolled up. A dark gray with light gray plaid pattern vest fit over it, and paired well with the black slacks down below. A black tie too, loose about thick neck,but still in it's Windsor knot. He'd slicked back the fall of dark hair, and managed to look quite a presentable compliment next to the stacked blonde with her phenomenal face and tiny red dress. While he was flush .. she was losing, but then again, Adam Byrne wasn't known for going for the .. smart girls. Ahem. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~Tonight had been a cause for celebration, Sams first check had finally been cashed! After it was all said and done, a weeks worth of cutting up dead animals netted her all of three hundred dollars, and instead of being a responsible adult and saving, it was decided the best thing for the cash was a trip to the casino...musta been something in the air. And at the Casino, there was only one game that really mattered, the slots were always rigged in favor of the house, if you could even wrestle one away from the blue hairs. And on a holiday, there were far to many rich kids playing poker and bullying pots with big pockets, but blackjack was nearly as unbiased of a game as they came. For the last several hours, she'd simply been another face in the crowd, perched at third base on some table towards the far end of the pit, and while she'd started small...had very quickly found herself under the watchful eye of a pit boss. Counting cards wasn't exactly something she was crazy enough to try...especially in as close to a mob run casino as they'd come, it had been dumb luck that had turned her three hundred, into six and six into twelve, but as it always did...luck ran out and the table went cold, the trick of up and downs was being able to weather the storm, which in this case, meant finding a new table. With her chips colored out, the dealer was tipped and a gracious exit made, weaving back into the sea of bodies meandering to their next stop. If you wanted to talk the talk, you had to walk the walk, which for Sam, meant dressing in something not stained or wrinkled, and while she didn't sport any designer labels, a pair of black slacks were a far cry from stained denim. unintentionally, Sam also managed to find herself in a white button down dress shirt, whose sleeves had long ago been rolled just past the elbow. Aimless drifting from table to table, idly watching a few draws from the shoe before pushing on to the next eventually wound her within proximity to where Adam found himself...but lets be honest, Adam wasn't what caught her eye...rather that little slip in the red dress...tits alone made it pretty damn hard to focus on the cards. Guess it was just as good a table as any, and as luck had it, third base was vacant! All to happy to slip into the empty chair while hand dug into her pocket and fished out chips that were piled into nice neat little stacks in front of her, a fifty dollar minimum was a tad higher than she'd intended on sitting in at, but it wasn't like she'd checked the placard before sitting.~(D)
paradise and sin: With Tess pouting over the fact that the dealer had just won against her again, Adam shifted some; turning his attention somewhere opposite of where Sam was slipping in to take up the only empty seat at the table, which just so happened to be on the other side of Tess and her tits. Inked fingers played idly with his chips, and he watched two patrons of the casino -- plain clothed, but it was clear by the way they carried themselves they were normally in blue uniform. He didn't recognize either of them, so it was safe to say they were vacationing, rather than working, and so when the dealer announced bets to be placed, the strong-jawed man turned his sights back on the table .. and found Samantha Thompson had joined them. A grunt, and dark eyes perused her at their leisure. Tess pouted next to him still, leaning waaaaayyy over so she could nestle her best assets all up against his arm, and use her soft feminine voice to get her way, too. "I need money, baby. The dealer's stolen all mine!," she all but cooed at him, and Adam -- gaze still on Sam, slipped a fifty dollar chip between his first and second fingers and nonchalantly held it up for the blonde to excitedly take -- making her squeal a little and bounce in happiness. Bouncy bouncy. "Saman'ta," the Irishman finally growled in greeting, tossing two of those same chips down on the table in front of him for his bet. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~It was rude to stare, and for that reason alone Sam did her best to keep sea green pools fixed squarely on the felt and the cards in play. It wasn't until the dealer motioned for placed bets, along with that sickeningly pitchy voice mewled out, about being broke, that she bothered stealing a glimpse., all while a single fifty dollar chip was plucked from her stack and slid into play, never once having broken that side line eye contact, indirectly staring at this point...Right up until her name was called out, tone, cadence...accent, seemed baby could only be one person. Gaze darted back from the first drawn card, jack of hearts! And then went right to Adam who'd apparently been watching her for some time. His greeting prompted a slight up turn of her chin and flashed Cheshire, ear to ear.~ "...Baby." ~It had landed her in hot water the last time she opted to get cute with Tomas, and hell if it probably would again, but Sam was still happily riding the high of nearly tripling her purse in just a matter of hours. Focus drifted back to her card just in time to catch the one eyed twin of her first card join its brother, a promising start.~ "...Is there any where you're not?" ~Seemed like every time she turned around, Adam was there.~(D)
paradise and sin: Poor Tess was not so astute to catch the sarcasm in Sam's greeting, but our Adam sure was. His brow lifted at her in warning -- probably the only one she'd get too, and vision snuck down to take a peek at his cards. Five of Spades, ten of Diamonds. "Do you know her, baby?" Wanna talk about pitchy. All at once he thought of ten other things she could be doing with her mouth that wasn't talking, and he sprang up straighter in his seat and leaned over; sliding a big hand into all that soft blonde at the base of her skull to pull her over. Whispered whatever it was he had to say, and while she made that pouty face that got her damn near everything she wanted, her blue eyes were on Sam. Sizing her up? Maybe. Foolishly, if she was. Rather than do anything that was going to go sideways, Tess huffed a little, turning back to Adam to ply her mouth to his in an obvious display of wholly misplaced possession. Biting into his lip, sliding her tongue in an obscene little lick across his mouth -- then she went right ahead and helped herself to a stack of his chips in front of him, and slid from the table with nothing more than the switch of her ass to wave goodbye. Irritation was the thing most prominent on Adam's face when it was just the two of them left at the table with the dealer. "You're in my city, aren't ya?," he responded to her question, and the ``z`` between the second and third knuckle of his index finger swiped across his upper lip. Mental reminder to make sure one of the boys escorted clueless Tess upstairs, and soon. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~The fact that Sam managed not to roll her eyes at the arched brow was proof positive she was actively trying! Sadly there was no time to be proud of herself, not when she was grimacing with that damned voice that cut through the commotion of a noisy casino floor...it was a god damn good thing that people with that little flaw, at least looked good. The subsequent sizing up by the blonde lap fish was missed, mostly because there were cards in play at present, and while the smart money said a bird in the hand...where was the fun without the risk? It only took a second or two worth of thought before nimble digits danced back over the stack of chips and lifted one only to have it flip over her pink and walk its way from knuckle to knuckle, dexterity was a must, not to mention she was good with her fingers. But before she had a chance to jump the rotation, Blondie was making her exit, garnering one fleeting glance as she slipped away into the crowd.~ "Hate to see 'em go, but love to watch 'em leave." ~muttered just beneath her breath, but it certainly loud enough that someone just a stool or two over would have heard. Another few seconds and attention returned to Adam, still all to happy to flash him pearly whites. The chip that had been in its rotation from knuckle to knuckle was finally palmed and dropped next to the pair of cards.~ "Split. ~A quick nod of her head and a little shrug to the question from Adam.~ "So far...from what I've seen anyways." (D)
paradise and sin: "Ahh, but that's one to be careful with." Adam didn't bother looking back to take in the view Sam had. He'd seen it before, in it's entirety. "Shows her face too quick. Little bursts of jealousy. Pass her to the fellas tonight, I'm thinkin'." He even stroked at his clean shaven face as if there were a beard there to contemplate against, and when the dealer turned to him for his call, he gave a tap to the cards on the table for a hit. If he was disappointed in the eight of Diamonds that revealed itself, it didn't reflect his features with the loss of the hundred he'd bet against it. "It's not been an easy go of things for ya, all things considered," he commented then. "What do y'think of the casino here?" There was a reason to his question, beyond just small talk. -d-
Spots on a Peach: "Hopefully they find something else to do with that mouth of hers, sides letting her talk." ~It was a little crass perhaps, but honestly...Sam didn't give a fuck about the blonde or what happened to her, it had been just another pair of tits and ass that passed as a distraction. Another little shrug as Sam turned to watch Adams bad run of luck with the cards. Tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth in an audible 'tsk', really though...hard fifteen with a dealer showin' eight, he didn't have any choice. His bad fortune, turned out to be a mixed bag for Sam...while the first card drawn was the nine of clubs, her second was the three of spades.~ "Figures." ~Another muttered word as her head shook, fingers swiped at the table for the next card...face card and the whole hand was a wash. Again her focus drifted from the table, back to Adam.~ "...yeah, it's been a rocky start." ~But, it did at least seem to be moving in the right direction, for what that was worth.~ "Guess thats why it makes being a survivor that much more important?" ~Winnings were claimed from the table, one chip went back to the pile while the other was kept on deck. The question about the Casino had her looking over her shoulder, then back to the man~ "Been to worse casinos...this one seems okay, lots of young money." ~At least where it counted, the old bittys playing slots never seemed to dump as much cash as the kids who had their hot streaks crumble down in front of them on the tables~(D)
aradise and sin: Hard eyes watched her, the way she handled the cards, the way she'd played with the chip. She was comfortable here at this table, more so than he was sure he'd ever seen her. Here, her jokes and her cocky attitude seemed most fitting -- not an overbearing arrogance, but a natural one, and he honestly liked to see it. It was what had spurned that question out of his mouth. Knew her way around the cards. Knew her way around this sort of crowd. "Aye, young and hungry money at that. I'm going to suggest to Tomas perhaps you're the gal to lighten their pockets and broaden their minds. It's ours, y'know. We've taken our hand out of the the gentleman's club business and .. broaden our own minds so to say. Y'know," it was a quick shift in subject, to keep the flow of conversation. "I'm rather shite at this," a sweeping gesture of his palm to the game at hand, and he dropped back into a sullen sit against the backing of the chair. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~Young money so often fell in line with dumb money, the rich kids were so quick to toss around their trust fund cash in a feeble attempt to make themselves feel that much more important, but the high and mighty were arrogant, and arrogance was easily exploited. Still, a slender brow arched when the conversation took its sudden left turn. While she didn't doubt her abilities, matching cash stacks was the bigger concern but there was little time to dwell on that, Adam's comment about the fall of the pink pony was enough to pout out her bottom lip just a bit, half in jest.~ "And I didn't even get my free lap dances!" ~As for the purchase of the blue reef...well, it made sense. A casino was the perfect place to launder all kinds of dirty money, as well as any number of scams that could be pulled under the gaming commissions nose. Still, the need for elaboration was driving the dozens of questions now bouncing around in her skull~ "And just what did you have in mind for me here? How would I go about broadening their minds and lighten their pockets? I gotta tell you, one person grinding out in a poker room isn't very lucrative." (D)
paradise and sin: "Trust me, girl, I think we can figure out a way to get yer dick wet." Just an expression, love, and a wryly made one at that, given the smirk that could almost be regarded as a smile winging up the corner of his mouth. "Simply do what you were approached originally to do. From your counter, and here. Shouldn't be too hard, look around you. Place is just ripe with the need for a little powder." He wasn't at all worried about the dealer blabbing their conversation. Since the Network came in, just days ago, there'd been a hefty pay raise and a strict screening process. Every dealer, every cashier, security, bellhop, hostess .. down to the waitstaff and maintainece that you saw now had made it through the process. They knew how to be discreet, and where the money was coming from, and what to do to make sure it continued. "Tomas and I'll have a proper talk about it, but seeing you here, puts my soul at ease that we'd find many a satisfied customer." -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~A joke, that turn of phrase from Adam had that Cheshire grin painted back on Sam's face, hell she wasn't even able to contain the chuckle as one hand joined the pair of chip stacks together, a little bit of pressure and the stacks her shuffled into one, and then split again to have the process repeated...so much easier with the heavier clay chips.~ "Yeah well, I'm game for that...but with a condition or two." ~Sure she wasn't in any sort of position to make demands, or put stipulations on anything...but nothing ventured.~ "First, my losses here get covered...Being here and selling means I'd have to sit in on more games, thats an added risk for me. Y'all cover that and throw in drinks and the occasional room...and I'll do what I can to turn this place into a ski lodge." ~Ambitious, yes...but calculated at the same time. Sam was new in town, and it wouldn't take the wrong people long to figure out that a butcher making peanuts shouldn't have been as well off, at least now she could use gambling as an excuse.~ "Who runs it all? I have to imagine, the way things work...theres one person they put in charge, they gonna be okay with it too?" (D)
paradise and sin: While she had her giggles, he caught the eye of a passing waitress, and held up two fingers for a refill of what he'd been drinking -- which was simply Jameson neat, but now he'll have two. Sam began her demands, and a hand came up to interject. "Your losses to a point - y'think you'll come in here and blow to bits high roller money, and we'll get ya back, you've another thing sorely comin'." The rest, he didn't see much of a problem with, though he'd have to clear it all the way through to the top, even above Mederos. "I'll see what I can do to make a go of it," because he didn't see anything wrong with her asking such things. It built character, and .. how do you ever get what you want if you don't ask for it? Her question, though? It earned a wide of a smile as she'll ever probably see on the man. "Ohhh, you're gonna like him. Flyin' in this week from Dubai. He's Network, and been in the game many a year. Don't go thinkin' we're just flyin' ya under some poor unsuspectin' blokes nose. Team effort, here." -d-
Spots on a Peach: "...to a point." ~It was certainly better than not at all, and probably for the best since she was just as prone to rage betting as the next person, at least this way there was a check in place. The other questions about tax forms and the like could wait since another chip was kicked off the direction of the dealer who was idly standing by while the pair talked, but Sam wasn't focused on the pair of cards that were dealt up, still the conversation at hand. The guy being flown in from Dubai did raise a brow (most things did) but she left the topic alone in favor of another that popped into her head.~ "Bigger venues like this mean keeping more...product...on hand. What I'm trying to put in place at the eatery is a lot as it is." ~Fucking whole lot of the service industry was on one form of stimulant or another, least from what Sam saw with her tour...every five star dick and SOUS chef, right down to the dishwashers.~ "...my point, is that its a risk to me...one that I'd like to see safeguarded. I assume you guys have...a guy, or no where to get stuff like guns that cant be traced?" ~It was a little on the nose, but having been nearly shot once (that she knew of) and having her room broken into...it wasn't worth the risk~(D)
paradise and sin: "To a point," he confirmed. She earned herself another smirk from the man, but his comments would have to wait while the waitress brought over the whiskey. One was pushed over her way -- too much in the glass to be a shot, though he'd not fault her ambitions if she thought it so. He, however, was going to sip it, and did. Squinting at her. "What you're trying to push, and what we need you to push may be two different things." She had a point, and he knew it was coming, but Christ did she like to talk alot. Maybe she should be a Sioux chef somewhere. Byrnie wasn't surprised at all when her point lead her to the need and want of a weapon. "I know a guy," once again he confirmed a detail for her, and lifted his drink to his mouth again for the warm whiskey to coat his tongue. But since he wasn't that guy, he didn't inquire to her shopping list. "Keep it in mind that the bulk of the product sold is kept at Esteban's warehouse. You'll only take what he allows you." It may have just been another little dig at the girl about the power the man had above her. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~Ambitious, everything she had done to this point had been out of ambition, maybe she felt a need to prove herself, or just prove others wrong. So, when the pair of fingers worth of Jameson was slid in front of her, the whole thing was knocked back in a single go...a single go that almost went disastrously...thankfully, she managed to keep all of it down. And after the glass was lowered away, a very ragged and raspy breath was drawn in.~ "Thanks for the drink." ~But she couldn't very well leave, it was bad luck not to make a parking lot bet. Since the last hand had been a bust to the dealer, a quarter of the chips on the left stack were pried off and set into play, nothing like a big bet to amp a person up. Sam stood slowly, doing her best to keep a calm an expression as possible as the first card came up the ace of diamonds while the dealers face card went face down. Her second, a nine of clubs, soft twenty left her sitting pretty, and with the dealer showing an eight, there was no point in being reckless, not at this point. Hand waved across the table to indicate her stay, only to have the dealer flip up his hold card and reveal a three.~ "...fuck." ~What was the saying, Elevens always drew pictures? On baited breath she waited while the next card was drawn from the shoe and flipped over. Six.~ "Fuck yeah!" ~Hand slapped down on the padded lip of the table, emphatic little outburst had her reeling back, at least enough to clear her throat and bury the feeling of elation. Chips were promptly collected, dealer tipped before turning back to Adam with the same plastered Cheshire.~ "If you ever want me to teach ya, just let me know." ~He was self professed bad, right? And not that she was a queen of cards, but better lucky than not.~ "See ya around. Tell Mol I said Hi, please." ~and off she went to
Spots on a Peach: cash out her chips~(D)
Characters: Sam Thompson, Adam Byrne
paradise and sin: It was a bit different seeing the casino from the floor, rather than the windows of the office that overlooked it. Here tonight on pleasure, rather than business -- or so it would appear. Everything Adam did was usually the result of business, or lead to it. Call him a workaholic, if ya need to. It might be Monday, but the place was nice and busy. Memorial Day was a kick off to the summer season, and it showed. Adorable old ladies on the slots, and young rich kids at the tables. Dressed for success across the board; lush ladies in their finery of party dresses that showed plenty of skin, the high rollers in loosened bow ties and Armani suits. The tattooed behemoth was no different. He'd found himself a seat at one of the tables in the middle of the whole fucking place. Blackjack was the name of the game, and so far he was ending up pretty flush. Not much of a gambler as it were, but the stunning blonde he was there with had picked the casino for their date, and if you got one look at those tits you'd understand why he'd agreed. Fucking top notch tits. While he'd not pulled out the stops with Armani, he cut a dashing figure of brooding good looks; white dress shirt stretched across his shoulders, and sleeves rolled up. A dark gray with light gray plaid pattern vest fit over it, and paired well with the black slacks down below. A black tie too, loose about thick neck,but still in it's Windsor knot. He'd slicked back the fall of dark hair, and managed to look quite a presentable compliment next to the stacked blonde with her phenomenal face and tiny red dress. While he was flush .. she was losing, but then again, Adam Byrne wasn't known for going for the .. smart girls. Ahem. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~Tonight had been a cause for celebration, Sams first check had finally been cashed! After it was all said and done, a weeks worth of cutting up dead animals netted her all of three hundred dollars, and instead of being a responsible adult and saving, it was decided the best thing for the cash was a trip to the casino...musta been something in the air. And at the Casino, there was only one game that really mattered, the slots were always rigged in favor of the house, if you could even wrestle one away from the blue hairs. And on a holiday, there were far to many rich kids playing poker and bullying pots with big pockets, but blackjack was nearly as unbiased of a game as they came. For the last several hours, she'd simply been another face in the crowd, perched at third base on some table towards the far end of the pit, and while she'd started small...had very quickly found herself under the watchful eye of a pit boss. Counting cards wasn't exactly something she was crazy enough to try...especially in as close to a mob run casino as they'd come, it had been dumb luck that had turned her three hundred, into six and six into twelve, but as it always did...luck ran out and the table went cold, the trick of up and downs was being able to weather the storm, which in this case, meant finding a new table. With her chips colored out, the dealer was tipped and a gracious exit made, weaving back into the sea of bodies meandering to their next stop. If you wanted to talk the talk, you had to walk the walk, which for Sam, meant dressing in something not stained or wrinkled, and while she didn't sport any designer labels, a pair of black slacks were a far cry from stained denim. unintentionally, Sam also managed to find herself in a white button down dress shirt, whose sleeves had long ago been rolled just past the elbow. Aimless drifting from table to table, idly watching a few draws from the shoe before pushing on to the next eventually wound her within proximity to where Adam found himself...but lets be honest, Adam wasn't what caught her eye...rather that little slip in the red dress...tits alone made it pretty damn hard to focus on the cards. Guess it was just as good a table as any, and as luck had it, third base was vacant! All to happy to slip into the empty chair while hand dug into her pocket and fished out chips that were piled into nice neat little stacks in front of her, a fifty dollar minimum was a tad higher than she'd intended on sitting in at, but it wasn't like she'd checked the placard before sitting.~(D)
paradise and sin: With Tess pouting over the fact that the dealer had just won against her again, Adam shifted some; turning his attention somewhere opposite of where Sam was slipping in to take up the only empty seat at the table, which just so happened to be on the other side of Tess and her tits. Inked fingers played idly with his chips, and he watched two patrons of the casino -- plain clothed, but it was clear by the way they carried themselves they were normally in blue uniform. He didn't recognize either of them, so it was safe to say they were vacationing, rather than working, and so when the dealer announced bets to be placed, the strong-jawed man turned his sights back on the table .. and found Samantha Thompson had joined them. A grunt, and dark eyes perused her at their leisure. Tess pouted next to him still, leaning waaaaayyy over so she could nestle her best assets all up against his arm, and use her soft feminine voice to get her way, too. "I need money, baby. The dealer's stolen all mine!," she all but cooed at him, and Adam -- gaze still on Sam, slipped a fifty dollar chip between his first and second fingers and nonchalantly held it up for the blonde to excitedly take -- making her squeal a little and bounce in happiness. Bouncy bouncy. "Saman'ta," the Irishman finally growled in greeting, tossing two of those same chips down on the table in front of him for his bet. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~It was rude to stare, and for that reason alone Sam did her best to keep sea green pools fixed squarely on the felt and the cards in play. It wasn't until the dealer motioned for placed bets, along with that sickeningly pitchy voice mewled out, about being broke, that she bothered stealing a glimpse., all while a single fifty dollar chip was plucked from her stack and slid into play, never once having broken that side line eye contact, indirectly staring at this point...Right up until her name was called out, tone, cadence...accent, seemed baby could only be one person. Gaze darted back from the first drawn card, jack of hearts! And then went right to Adam who'd apparently been watching her for some time. His greeting prompted a slight up turn of her chin and flashed Cheshire, ear to ear.~ "...Baby." ~It had landed her in hot water the last time she opted to get cute with Tomas, and hell if it probably would again, but Sam was still happily riding the high of nearly tripling her purse in just a matter of hours. Focus drifted back to her card just in time to catch the one eyed twin of her first card join its brother, a promising start.~ "...Is there any where you're not?" ~Seemed like every time she turned around, Adam was there.~(D)
paradise and sin: Poor Tess was not so astute to catch the sarcasm in Sam's greeting, but our Adam sure was. His brow lifted at her in warning -- probably the only one she'd get too, and vision snuck down to take a peek at his cards. Five of Spades, ten of Diamonds. "Do you know her, baby?" Wanna talk about pitchy. All at once he thought of ten other things she could be doing with her mouth that wasn't talking, and he sprang up straighter in his seat and leaned over; sliding a big hand into all that soft blonde at the base of her skull to pull her over. Whispered whatever it was he had to say, and while she made that pouty face that got her damn near everything she wanted, her blue eyes were on Sam. Sizing her up? Maybe. Foolishly, if she was. Rather than do anything that was going to go sideways, Tess huffed a little, turning back to Adam to ply her mouth to his in an obvious display of wholly misplaced possession. Biting into his lip, sliding her tongue in an obscene little lick across his mouth -- then she went right ahead and helped herself to a stack of his chips in front of him, and slid from the table with nothing more than the switch of her ass to wave goodbye. Irritation was the thing most prominent on Adam's face when it was just the two of them left at the table with the dealer. "You're in my city, aren't ya?," he responded to her question, and the ``z`` between the second and third knuckle of his index finger swiped across his upper lip. Mental reminder to make sure one of the boys escorted clueless Tess upstairs, and soon. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~The fact that Sam managed not to roll her eyes at the arched brow was proof positive she was actively trying! Sadly there was no time to be proud of herself, not when she was grimacing with that damned voice that cut through the commotion of a noisy casino floor...it was a god damn good thing that people with that little flaw, at least looked good. The subsequent sizing up by the blonde lap fish was missed, mostly because there were cards in play at present, and while the smart money said a bird in the hand...where was the fun without the risk? It only took a second or two worth of thought before nimble digits danced back over the stack of chips and lifted one only to have it flip over her pink and walk its way from knuckle to knuckle, dexterity was a must, not to mention she was good with her fingers. But before she had a chance to jump the rotation, Blondie was making her exit, garnering one fleeting glance as she slipped away into the crowd.~ "Hate to see 'em go, but love to watch 'em leave." ~muttered just beneath her breath, but it certainly loud enough that someone just a stool or two over would have heard. Another few seconds and attention returned to Adam, still all to happy to flash him pearly whites. The chip that had been in its rotation from knuckle to knuckle was finally palmed and dropped next to the pair of cards.~ "Split. ~A quick nod of her head and a little shrug to the question from Adam.~ "So far...from what I've seen anyways." (D)
paradise and sin: "Ahh, but that's one to be careful with." Adam didn't bother looking back to take in the view Sam had. He'd seen it before, in it's entirety. "Shows her face too quick. Little bursts of jealousy. Pass her to the fellas tonight, I'm thinkin'." He even stroked at his clean shaven face as if there were a beard there to contemplate against, and when the dealer turned to him for his call, he gave a tap to the cards on the table for a hit. If he was disappointed in the eight of Diamonds that revealed itself, it didn't reflect his features with the loss of the hundred he'd bet against it. "It's not been an easy go of things for ya, all things considered," he commented then. "What do y'think of the casino here?" There was a reason to his question, beyond just small talk. -d-
Spots on a Peach: "Hopefully they find something else to do with that mouth of hers, sides letting her talk." ~It was a little crass perhaps, but honestly...Sam didn't give a fuck about the blonde or what happened to her, it had been just another pair of tits and ass that passed as a distraction. Another little shrug as Sam turned to watch Adams bad run of luck with the cards. Tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth in an audible 'tsk', really though...hard fifteen with a dealer showin' eight, he didn't have any choice. His bad fortune, turned out to be a mixed bag for Sam...while the first card drawn was the nine of clubs, her second was the three of spades.~ "Figures." ~Another muttered word as her head shook, fingers swiped at the table for the next card...face card and the whole hand was a wash. Again her focus drifted from the table, back to Adam.~ "...yeah, it's been a rocky start." ~But, it did at least seem to be moving in the right direction, for what that was worth.~ "Guess thats why it makes being a survivor that much more important?" ~Winnings were claimed from the table, one chip went back to the pile while the other was kept on deck. The question about the Casino had her looking over her shoulder, then back to the man~ "Been to worse casinos...this one seems okay, lots of young money." ~At least where it counted, the old bittys playing slots never seemed to dump as much cash as the kids who had their hot streaks crumble down in front of them on the tables~(D)
aradise and sin: Hard eyes watched her, the way she handled the cards, the way she'd played with the chip. She was comfortable here at this table, more so than he was sure he'd ever seen her. Here, her jokes and her cocky attitude seemed most fitting -- not an overbearing arrogance, but a natural one, and he honestly liked to see it. It was what had spurned that question out of his mouth. Knew her way around the cards. Knew her way around this sort of crowd. "Aye, young and hungry money at that. I'm going to suggest to Tomas perhaps you're the gal to lighten their pockets and broaden their minds. It's ours, y'know. We've taken our hand out of the the gentleman's club business and .. broaden our own minds so to say. Y'know," it was a quick shift in subject, to keep the flow of conversation. "I'm rather shite at this," a sweeping gesture of his palm to the game at hand, and he dropped back into a sullen sit against the backing of the chair. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~Young money so often fell in line with dumb money, the rich kids were so quick to toss around their trust fund cash in a feeble attempt to make themselves feel that much more important, but the high and mighty were arrogant, and arrogance was easily exploited. Still, a slender brow arched when the conversation took its sudden left turn. While she didn't doubt her abilities, matching cash stacks was the bigger concern but there was little time to dwell on that, Adam's comment about the fall of the pink pony was enough to pout out her bottom lip just a bit, half in jest.~ "And I didn't even get my free lap dances!" ~As for the purchase of the blue reef...well, it made sense. A casino was the perfect place to launder all kinds of dirty money, as well as any number of scams that could be pulled under the gaming commissions nose. Still, the need for elaboration was driving the dozens of questions now bouncing around in her skull~ "And just what did you have in mind for me here? How would I go about broadening their minds and lighten their pockets? I gotta tell you, one person grinding out in a poker room isn't very lucrative." (D)
paradise and sin: "Trust me, girl, I think we can figure out a way to get yer dick wet." Just an expression, love, and a wryly made one at that, given the smirk that could almost be regarded as a smile winging up the corner of his mouth. "Simply do what you were approached originally to do. From your counter, and here. Shouldn't be too hard, look around you. Place is just ripe with the need for a little powder." He wasn't at all worried about the dealer blabbing their conversation. Since the Network came in, just days ago, there'd been a hefty pay raise and a strict screening process. Every dealer, every cashier, security, bellhop, hostess .. down to the waitstaff and maintainece that you saw now had made it through the process. They knew how to be discreet, and where the money was coming from, and what to do to make sure it continued. "Tomas and I'll have a proper talk about it, but seeing you here, puts my soul at ease that we'd find many a satisfied customer." -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~A joke, that turn of phrase from Adam had that Cheshire grin painted back on Sam's face, hell she wasn't even able to contain the chuckle as one hand joined the pair of chip stacks together, a little bit of pressure and the stacks her shuffled into one, and then split again to have the process repeated...so much easier with the heavier clay chips.~ "Yeah well, I'm game for that...but with a condition or two." ~Sure she wasn't in any sort of position to make demands, or put stipulations on anything...but nothing ventured.~ "First, my losses here get covered...Being here and selling means I'd have to sit in on more games, thats an added risk for me. Y'all cover that and throw in drinks and the occasional room...and I'll do what I can to turn this place into a ski lodge." ~Ambitious, yes...but calculated at the same time. Sam was new in town, and it wouldn't take the wrong people long to figure out that a butcher making peanuts shouldn't have been as well off, at least now she could use gambling as an excuse.~ "Who runs it all? I have to imagine, the way things work...theres one person they put in charge, they gonna be okay with it too?" (D)
paradise and sin: While she had her giggles, he caught the eye of a passing waitress, and held up two fingers for a refill of what he'd been drinking -- which was simply Jameson neat, but now he'll have two. Sam began her demands, and a hand came up to interject. "Your losses to a point - y'think you'll come in here and blow to bits high roller money, and we'll get ya back, you've another thing sorely comin'." The rest, he didn't see much of a problem with, though he'd have to clear it all the way through to the top, even above Mederos. "I'll see what I can do to make a go of it," because he didn't see anything wrong with her asking such things. It built character, and .. how do you ever get what you want if you don't ask for it? Her question, though? It earned a wide of a smile as she'll ever probably see on the man. "Ohhh, you're gonna like him. Flyin' in this week from Dubai. He's Network, and been in the game many a year. Don't go thinkin' we're just flyin' ya under some poor unsuspectin' blokes nose. Team effort, here." -d-
Spots on a Peach: "...to a point." ~It was certainly better than not at all, and probably for the best since she was just as prone to rage betting as the next person, at least this way there was a check in place. The other questions about tax forms and the like could wait since another chip was kicked off the direction of the dealer who was idly standing by while the pair talked, but Sam wasn't focused on the pair of cards that were dealt up, still the conversation at hand. The guy being flown in from Dubai did raise a brow (most things did) but she left the topic alone in favor of another that popped into her head.~ "Bigger venues like this mean keeping more...product...on hand. What I'm trying to put in place at the eatery is a lot as it is." ~Fucking whole lot of the service industry was on one form of stimulant or another, least from what Sam saw with her tour...every five star dick and SOUS chef, right down to the dishwashers.~ "...my point, is that its a risk to me...one that I'd like to see safeguarded. I assume you guys have...a guy, or no where to get stuff like guns that cant be traced?" ~It was a little on the nose, but having been nearly shot once (that she knew of) and having her room broken into...it wasn't worth the risk~(D)
paradise and sin: "To a point," he confirmed. She earned herself another smirk from the man, but his comments would have to wait while the waitress brought over the whiskey. One was pushed over her way -- too much in the glass to be a shot, though he'd not fault her ambitions if she thought it so. He, however, was going to sip it, and did. Squinting at her. "What you're trying to push, and what we need you to push may be two different things." She had a point, and he knew it was coming, but Christ did she like to talk alot. Maybe she should be a Sioux chef somewhere. Byrnie wasn't surprised at all when her point lead her to the need and want of a weapon. "I know a guy," once again he confirmed a detail for her, and lifted his drink to his mouth again for the warm whiskey to coat his tongue. But since he wasn't that guy, he didn't inquire to her shopping list. "Keep it in mind that the bulk of the product sold is kept at Esteban's warehouse. You'll only take what he allows you." It may have just been another little dig at the girl about the power the man had above her. -d-
Spots on a Peach: ~Ambitious, everything she had done to this point had been out of ambition, maybe she felt a need to prove herself, or just prove others wrong. So, when the pair of fingers worth of Jameson was slid in front of her, the whole thing was knocked back in a single go...a single go that almost went disastrously...thankfully, she managed to keep all of it down. And after the glass was lowered away, a very ragged and raspy breath was drawn in.~ "Thanks for the drink." ~But she couldn't very well leave, it was bad luck not to make a parking lot bet. Since the last hand had been a bust to the dealer, a quarter of the chips on the left stack were pried off and set into play, nothing like a big bet to amp a person up. Sam stood slowly, doing her best to keep a calm an expression as possible as the first card came up the ace of diamonds while the dealers face card went face down. Her second, a nine of clubs, soft twenty left her sitting pretty, and with the dealer showing an eight, there was no point in being reckless, not at this point. Hand waved across the table to indicate her stay, only to have the dealer flip up his hold card and reveal a three.~ "...fuck." ~What was the saying, Elevens always drew pictures? On baited breath she waited while the next card was drawn from the shoe and flipped over. Six.~ "Fuck yeah!" ~Hand slapped down on the padded lip of the table, emphatic little outburst had her reeling back, at least enough to clear her throat and bury the feeling of elation. Chips were promptly collected, dealer tipped before turning back to Adam with the same plastered Cheshire.~ "If you ever want me to teach ya, just let me know." ~He was self professed bad, right? And not that she was a queen of cards, but better lucky than not.~ "See ya around. Tell Mol I said Hi, please." ~and off she went to
Spots on a Peach: cash out her chips~(D)
