Casino Night!

[broken_brushes]

When I'd first come up with the idea of Casino Night, I wasn't sure if it was even possible on the island. In retrospect, that might have been naive of me, because if there was anything I'd learned in over four years on Tabula Rasa, it was that its residents were capable of doing just about anything save getting home

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[grabmyballs]

Cook thinks as little as fucking possible of this place most days, but a party is a party, booze is booze and gambling makes dressing up almost worth it. He doesn't care about money; yeah, it had been useful that his mother was loaded (in more ways than one), but he got along just as well with as without. But winning. Winning doesn't have anything to do with money.

His bowtie's undone and hanging around his neck, his jacket's been ditched somewhere and his shirt's untucked before 8 o'clock has even rolled around. He has also made good progress towards his goal of blacking out from alcohol overload when the evening ends. His feet still under him at this point, Cook grabs a bit of wall to lean against and spends his break from the tables by playing another game. Squeezing his right eye shut and tucking his tongue into the corner of his mouth, he takes very careful aim and tosses a chip into a passing drink. That's the plan anyway.

[[The chip can land in your pup's drink, hit them in the head, whatever you desire to happen. Feel free

[cpt_invincible]

A streak of bad luck at the roulette wheel-- that game's shit anyway, and he's convinced it's rigged somehow-- means Nathan's got no chips left to his name. So as far at the night goes from the casino perspective, he's done, but that doesn't mean he's not about to take full advantage of all the free booze and the many drunk and impressionable women about.

He's just gotten a new drink and is surveying the room, when something hits him square in the face, rebounds, then plops right down into his poor excuse for a lager.

"Hey!" he shouts, whirling round to see who the culprit is, when he notices the chip at the bottom of his glass, "No, wait. Never mind. Cheers for the free chip, mate."

[grabmyballs]

Cook crows with triumph before the skinny fucker can get his words out. It only helps that they're grateful and the broad smile never leaves Cook's face.

"Any time! Your head makes a beautiful bounce board," he laughs. "That was epic."

[cpt_invincible]

"It's one of its many talents," Nathan says, because he can deal with having a gambling chip chucked at his head if it means he'll get to keep on gambling. Besides, it's not as if he's having any luck with any of the ladies tonight. Maybe later, once everyone's had more to drink.

He reaches into his glass, sending alcohol sloshing out of the sides and retrieves the chip.

"I'm keepin' this."

[dancin_maxxie]

One joint down and Maxxie's doing quite well for himself. He's not sure how it happened, but apparently blackjack likes him as much as most guys do. Which is a lot. A growing number of chips to his name, he decides to take a break before his luck turns ugly and he's too drunk or high to care. The chips don't really matter, except that now he's got a lot of them so they kind of do.

Plus, he has to take a moment to walk around in his suit. Everyone looks good, unfairly so in some cases, and his tuxedo is pretty standard fair. Back home, he would have tried for something a little more flash than plain black. But there's no denying that it looks good on him and interesting stuff always happens at parties. Hopefully not as interesting as the camping trip.

[floozyfacade]

Olive gives a little mock gasp as she circles around Maxxie, reaching out to tug at his collar. "Look at you," she says. "I just - I almost didn't recognize you in the monochrome. But you look very handsome." It seems a little ludicrous, she has to admit, to dress up on a magic island in a rec center, but then, she doesn't mind ludicrous; seizing an opportunity to put on something pretty and have a fun night out is more than reason enough for itself.

[dancin_maxxie]

Maxxie laughs maybe a little more heartily than appropriate at Olive's comment. But his whole body is relaxed with pot, alcohol and winning, and it is pretty damn funny. Especially when Olive hasn't seen the half of it really.

"Thanks," he says. "And you look gorgeous. That color is amazing with your hair. But, yeah, no, the clothes box was not so generous with me. Not with stuff legal for tonight anyway. I did find, like, six scarves that I'm saving for a day below 20 degrees."

[floozyfacade]

Olive tugs at her own hair, dipping a half-curtsy in thanks. There were other options to be had, sure, some of them traumatic, others just feeling too formal even for an occasion that called itself black tie, but she likes this one, too. "Yeah, you've got a few months to go," she says. "Winter comes but once a year. And of course you can wear all the colors you like for my birthday party. The dress I found for that I'm pretty sure blows this one out of the park, which is, like, the whole reason to have a party."

[seek_to_end]

Harry had never gambled before. Gambled with his life, maybe, but dice and cards, no. He wasn't even sure what he was doing half the time he came to a table, but clueless was a tactic that worked out pretty well for him. What had been ten chips had multiplied in his hands like a beneficent Geminio Charm, leaving Harry quite pleased with himself. He did not even mind dressing up -- which reminded him of a slightly less stuffy set of dress robes -- even if he kept pulling at his collar throughout the night.

[dreamily_luna]

"Harry!" Luna's having far more fun in her platform heels than she really should be having. She's got some kind of bag, and it sounds to be full of chips. "Are you having fun? I met your girlfriend!"

She doesn't even mind that it's not Ginny.

[seek_to_end]

"I-- Wow." Harry hadn't expected to glance up from tugging at his collar for the fifth time that night to look Luna practically in the eye. He blinked and shook his head, but recovered with a faint smile.

"I-- Yeah, I am and.. you have?" Somehow it was still strange to hear Kate called that. In a good way, of course.

[dreamily_luna]

Using his arm as a support, Luna balances herself carefully before answering. "I did. Kate. She's very nice, and she doesn't think I'm loony. I think she was struck with that truth-telling curse at the time."

[theboywhowaited]

Rory loved a good party, same as anyone, though he had rather thought this one would be more up Amy's alley than his own. Gambling really wasn't his forte. He had a really rubbish poker face outside of life-and-death situations and was both too honorable and too stupid to count cards. Dumb luck usually worked against him, he thought, but tonight was another matter entirely.

He really had to apologize to Amy later because Rory and a certain pair of dice had started a love affair. It had started with innocent flirting -- a decent roll here, a short series of failed attempts, a pure genius roll sprinkled throughout to keep his attention -- and had grown to outright infatuation. The dice loved him. That's what he believed now, giddy and flushed from repeated success and drinks. The dice loved him but Rory's love wasn't necessarily enough to keep this streak going

[sortofaman]

"Of course." The Doctor looked up at Rory, looked down at the man's hand, looked back up at him, then kissed the dice. "Do you really believe in luck?" he asked, idly straightening his own bow tie, brow cocked with interest. He wondered if his presence would throw Rory off. Hopefully not.

[theboywhowaited]

Tonight, everything was going so well and warm, Rory couldn't even stutter at the appearance of the Doctor. It was just a matter of course. He would go to all the good parties. And he was probably even luckier than Rory. The dice would probably like him better, too...

Alright, enough with that train of thought. "I believe," he explained as he cupped his hand and gave the dice a good rattle, "in love." Rory let the dice fly and they jumped along the board, hit the bumper and fell down. "Yay eleven!" he shouted, raising his arms in the air.

[sortofaman]

The Doctor was rather impressed, considering he personally didn't really believe in luck. Or maybe he did. A little. It was hard to say.

"Good on you!" he agreed. "Though...uh, love of the dice? The game? The spice? I can understand that one."

[chasinghumanity]

Vegas. Mitchell had only visited the lauded City of Sin once in his life. That had been enough for one lifetime, but he was well into his second lifetime now and this little tribute was a nice reminder. It was also fun to be on the other side of things this time around. Dealing out cards, watching people win and lose, observing them think, explaining the rules and helping the new gamblers along -- it was nice. When people won, it felt like Mitchell was winning with them. When they lost, well, it was no hard feelings. Win-win situation.

He didn't drink while dealing and rationed himself on breaks, slowly sipping at what passed for a martini around here and making sure he nibbled at enough snacks to cut the effects. Standing out of the way, he watched the delightful contained madness with a smile.

[haolehothead]

"Hey, okay, you look like a smart man," Danny says when he comes across the first guy he sees when he's on a break, a couple of chips in his pocket. "I've got about thirty minutes to waste before I'm dealing again and chips to spend. Clearly this is the sort of thing I require help for, so, I'm Danny Williams. Help me."

[chasinghumanity]

He laughed immediately, far too amused by the thought that he of all people looked like a smart man. Maybe he was, sometimes, but to look like it? Never Mitchell. Assuming the man's sense of judgment was already lacking or slightly impaired, Mitchell grinned and considered the question.

"Alright Danny Williams," he said, taking it all in good humor. "Well... I always say craps," Mitchell pronounced after a moment's thought. "Best odds and play's quick."

[haolehothead]

"That just means you're coming with," Danny insists with a grin in return. "Seriously, I'm still waiting on my evening's date, but you're definitely a decent replacement. I mean, look at you, you've got on decent clothes, you've got a good appreciation for gambling and games, you're one hundred percent all right."