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so_saturnalian in capeandcowllogs

We got no class, no taste, no shirt, and shit faced

May 25, 2010 22:37

Who: Jan and open to anybody that either got the address of the party or got it from someone else
Where: A mediocre hotel next to a Jezebel's. Classy as hell, man. MAKE UP THE INTERIOR OF THE PLACE OR SOMETHING IDEFK ( Read more... )

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POKER so_saturnalian May 26 2010, 03:51:29 UTC

[The poker tables are one of the liveliest areas, swarmed by various semi-drunken gamblers perfectly content with watching their money drain away. The card sharks here are pros at making a killing this way, seedy as hell and just as cutthroat - but if you pay attention and know what to look for, a couple of them probably aren't playing fair.]

HOW IN GOD'S NAME DID CARLEY GET HERE?! hittheroadjack May 26 2010, 03:56:27 UTC

Okay, so maybe this wasn't the best idea. Actually, it was a pretty terrible idea. This place made her skin crawl. This was more one of the places she'd be going for a scoop to blow a case wide open or something. But this? This wasn't her kind of leisure.

Of course, this hadn't crossed her mind till she was in on this poker game. Poker. Carley could do poker-or at least she had enough good luck with it to stay in long enough to when people start talking. How she did with poker on her second glass of whatever she'd just been drinking was a different matter all together.

[ooc: trying that again...]

JAN'S EVIL INFLUENCE, OBVIOUSLY. so_saturnalian May 27 2010, 04:50:29 UTC

[So he wasn't exactly...too sober at this point in time, who cares, he wants to play some cards. Which is what he's doing. And...sort of failing at, actually, but he's kept his temper surprisingly in-check for the party. Maybe it's the mollifying effect of the booze, maybe he's just in a damn good mood - it all comes out to the same conclusion.]

Ha! Gotta tell you guys, I'm better at wasted blackjack than wasted poker. All you gotta do is fuckin' count, and hell, other people do most of it for you.

[He's more or less talking to someone in particular, but in the end it's broadcast to the entire table because he's loud and has no volume control. Sitting across from Carley, he grins and points at her.]

You any good at cards? Can't lose much more, and I'm looking to win some hands.

WELL, YES. hittheroadjack May 28 2010, 03:49:03 UTC

She looked up, and blinked. She was being challenged to a game of cards! She could do this!

"I can be pretty good!" she said. Maybe she wasn't the best at duel monsters, but surely she could be the best at poker! Maybe if Jack ever came here he'd be impressed with her card playing! Maybe Carley and Jack could be an amazing poker playing duo. And then they could win lots of money and get married...

Or maybe the alcohol was making her dream big.

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BLACKJACK so_saturnalian May 26 2010, 03:51:53 UTC

[This is where Jan's hanging out, seeing as it's a good spot to watch over the rest of the party. He's not quite playing, seeing as he's more interested in the competition of poker but isn't too keen on getting cheated out of all his cash by the card sharks over there just yet, but being Jan Valentine, it wouldn't be difficult to goad him into a hand or two. Hell, he might even decide to jump in and take over the house for blackjack. Just remember that the odds are always in the house's favor, and Jan intends on keeping it that way.]

BAR so_saturnalian May 26 2010, 03:52:07 UTC

[The most important part of any somewhat big party worth its salt. The bartender's not too stingy with the booze and knows her stuff, but if you get too rowdy she's going to get security to make you quiet down or get the hell outta her area. And "security" means a couple thugs doubling as bouncers. It'll also catch Jan's attention, which will induce sadfase all around.]

badluckpuss May 26 2010, 04:27:20 UTC

As strange enough as it was for him to be attending a party, Cheshire found himself doing just that. Normally he'd be lurking, invisible, ready to murder everyone in the building. But not today. Today he was enjoying himself. Keeping himself from growing too bored. Perhaps locate a future victim or two.

Anything was possible.

Silently he made his way to the bar, leaping up onto one of the stools and resting his forepaws on the counter. The cat's tail was wagging slowly, nothing to be concerned about as far as his mood went. Not yet at least.

"Rrrrrrrrrr, give me a water!" he called out to the bartender. Alcohol wasn't really a cat thing.

so_saturnalian May 27 2010, 04:54:33 UTC

Jan was more or less hanging back in his seat, until he heard the call for water and glanced over. Hey, it was that talking cat. Cool; he'd been mingling with whoever he ran across, more or less, just to get a feel for the imPort population of the city that he normally had no contact with due to being a fucking insane murderous vampire. He could use another drink anyway.

"And another Valentine Special!" He called at the bartender, who sat a bowl of water down in front of Cheshire in time to glance up at Jan. Maybe she was too used to seeing bizarre shit to really care about a talking cat, though she did shrug her shoulders at it. Jan, meanwhile, took a seat and grinned over his shoulder at his feline guest. "Hey man, s'up? "

badluckpuss May 29 2010, 07:27:03 UTC

For a few seconds Cheshire payed Jan no mind, lapping up some of his water. Casually he glanced at his side, the voice was enough of a giveaway as to who it was; he remembered it from the invitation post. And upon inspection, it looked like him as well.

"Oh, that depends." he grinned, perking his ears and turning completely to face the vampire.

"Quite a party you have here."

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DANCE FLOOR so_saturnalian May 26 2010, 03:59:49 UTC

[Okay, so it's more a bigass sound system rigged up in the corner of the room. Still, there's a crowd of people off in that corner of the place dancing in standard drunken grabby form, and wandering in is like tossing a "Grope Me" sign around your neck. The centre of the crowd is less like a group of dancing people and more like a mosh pit, so watch out.]

THE BACK ROOM so_saturnalian May 26 2010, 04:05:13 UTC

[Originally a pricier and quieter room area for the more exquisite tastes, through Jan's influence and the partygoer's antics it's more like the back room of a strip club than anything. There's booze and drugs and lap dances galore - this is the place where you take Jan's advice and have some fucking fun. Plenty of temptation and bad decisions to be had here, seeing as it looks like Jan's taken the liberty of letting in more than a few prostitutes and some eagle-eyed pimps here and there (probably his friends).]