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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 14 2005, 06:37 PM (2,128 Views) | |
| petenick_1984 | Dec 14 2005, 06:37 PM Post #1 |
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Brass made his usual rounds on the casino floor, moving from table to table. Socializing took a large amount of his time now. It had been a long road of servitude and flattery to achieve the position he now held. Many thought less of him because of such, still, he had the casino and presence. Casually Brass sweet-talked his high rollers and gave hope to the addicts with a few free coins. For the time being, everything ran smooth. The few who tried to cheat his casino, they were brought to the quiet rooms and their memories refreshed why they did not steal from Brass. If they left, surely they did not return. Others remained permanent guests of Casino Kelpie. Regardless, money was power, and Brass surely had enough money for many. Reaching the doorways of the casino, Brass welcomed a few familiar faces and introduced himself to others. Some belived these actions to be dangerous, however there were charms placed around the doorways that kept those with the intent to harm anything or one within the casino out. Granted if one got violent while inside that was a different story, but that was what the undercover parol was for. Always there were people gambling and dressed as a visitor, however many were actually bouncers. Extravagant Brass was, ignorant he was not. |
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| LadySabre | Dec 18 2005, 03:15 AM Post #2 |
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Tevy grinned at the man who'd been flattering her half the night. He wasn't a usual, but he wasn't poor. He'd tipped her nicely at least twice in the past hour. Spinning a fifth of vodka, Tevy stopped it perfectly vertical, tip down over the small glass. When it was filled about halfway, she stopped it without a drop spilled. "'Nother screwdriver?" she asked him. He nodded and giggled. No matter how amusing and well-paying this man was, she decided this would be his last drink. If he continued to order drinks, there was a bouncer sitting right next to the man. She had to admit - Mister Brass' idea of having undercover bouncers was a good idea. Especially around here at the bar with the young, female bartenders. She wasn't necessarily worried about herself, as she always had her wits about her (and her claws under the bar or at her hips). Not to mention, Keene Jada was sitting at the other end of the bar, sipping quietly on a glass of water as he always did, reading the paper (he didn't care too much for alcohol and the bartender there was used to his odd request of water and the paper by now). But there were other girls here, newer girls, who didn't seem like they'd be able to hold their own in a fight with a drunken customer. Handing the man his last drink, she smiled politely and after sending a knowing glance to the undercover bouncer, moved on to a man a few seats away to get his drink. |
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Wash: I think they really captured his essence. Kaylee: He looks kinda mean. Wash: That's sorta what I meant. Simon: This must be what going mad feels like. Kaylee: Everywhere I go, his eyes keep followin' me... | |
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| petenick_1984 | Dec 18 2005, 03:58 PM Post #3 |
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Making his way from the door and towards the cocktail lounge, Brass shook the hands of regular guests who had recognized his face from their frequent visits to the casino. Sweet-talking and chatting them up, each person felt as though they mattered to Brass and the casino. In reality, they were completely disposable and their pennies spent on booze and gambling made no difference to the casino's profits. It was the high-rollers and foreign nobles which truly made a difference. Noticing a few very attractive ladies, a nekomimi (anthro feline) and two humans, Brass decided to be quite generous and buy them all a drink. Perhaps his positive gesture would result in a return of the favor, possibly by all three....at once. Brass grinned to himself as he invisioned the three in a hotel room, naked and enjoying him and eachother. Approaching the bar, Brass motioned to the bartender, who had just set a glass down for a patron, for her assistance with a small movement of his hand. Sitting only a few stools down, there was a man who appeared quite intoxicated. Brass kept his eye on the man. Alcohol and trouble always went hand in hand, no matter what establishment it was. |
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| LadySabre | Dec 19 2005, 04:44 AM Post #4 |
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Tevy took one glance at Brass and quickly finished what she was doing before moving over to serve the owner of the casino. "What'll it be, Sir?" she asked. Eyeing the three women Brass seemed to be watching out of the corner of his eye, she grinned. "And how many?" Her eyes sparkled brightly with amusement. "Think you can score with all three?" she whispered as she pulled four glasses out from under the bar. She made sure to keep her eyes from straying to the group except for quick glances as she made a sweep of the entire room. "I bet you can only woo two... The neko looks like a toughy." With a wink at her boss of 7 years, she wiggled her fingers, waiting for his order. |
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Wash: I think they really captured his essence. Kaylee: He looks kinda mean. Wash: That's sorta what I meant. Simon: This must be what going mad feels like. Kaylee: Everywhere I go, his eyes keep followin' me... | |
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| Alain | Dec 19 2005, 06:02 PM Post #5 |
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Chase slipped through the crowd with an ease born of fifteen years at the casino, and sat down on a bar stool next to Brass, leaning back against the bar, as he pushed his hair back and tied it with a cord. He was wearing a long black coat, and all white underneath it. He certainly had fancier clothes, but he didn't want to stand out too much, it really wasn't his job. Smiling, he put some money on the bar and leaned over to tevy slightly. "Vodka martini, if you will, dear." Whispering, he added. "Virgin, of course, but make it look good, will you?" Chase wasn't a teetotaler or anything, but he didnt drink when he was on shift... which was basically whenever he felt like it - he made the bouncer's schedules, after all. He sat back down again, looking out over the crowd, and followed Brass' gaze to the three women. he had caught the two's conversation as he walked over, and had to stop from laughing too much as he sat back down. After a moment, he whispered so that the two of them could hear. "Tevy, you aren't betting against our boss, are you? That's not good politics at all." She had been working long enough to know that Chase put less than no stock on politics, probably the reason Brass had gotten the manager's post and he hadnt, though Brass had been there just a little under two years longer, which also likely had something to do with it. He knew that there were many staff who didn't care for the man, but Chase didn't see it as his business - as long as Brass kept the casino in profits, and the numbers kept going up, which they did - who the hell cared? |
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| petenick_1984 | Dec 19 2005, 07:30 PM Post #6 |
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Brass smirked, he was definately up for the challenge offered to him from the bartender. She had been working in the casino for as long as he had been owner of it. As Chase sat beside him, Brass nodded slightly in aknowlegement. As the years passed, many a watchmen had come and gone, yet Chase had proved loyal. "Which drink would you and your friends prefer if one was bought for you with certain intentions?" The first hand suggestion would be a help, however it depended on the integrity of the bartender. Did she want to win the bet and suggest a disgusting mix? Or would she be honest and make the challenge truely equal. The comment about betting against the boss made Brass cuckle. Speaking to Chase, but not directly at him as to give away the reason for his presence in the casino. "A good wager is void of politics, otherwise I would not have half of the clientel that I do." Brass knew Chase was jesting as much as he. Her proposal only strengthened the relationship between him and the personell. "Your suggestion will be the deciding drink of the evening." Reaching into his pocket, Brass retrieved three hundred leaves and set them on the bar. He was not paying for the drinks, simply tipping the bartender. |
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| LadySabre | Dec 20 2005, 04:10 AM Post #7 |
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"Oh, but I love to gamble, Mister Chase. And your drink is comin' right up." With a smirk in Brass' direction, her fingers moved over the row of bottles beneath the counter with an ease of familiarity. Fifth bottle from the right... She grabbed the neck of the fifth of "vodka" and pulled it out to the counter. Turning, she bent over, looking through her flavors for something yummy... Cherry! Cherry was a good flavor. Pulling the red bottle of liquid from its spot on the lower shelf, she stood back up and turned to fix the drink. "What would I want?... Hmm... Well, this could go two ways, really, you asking me this." Filling a small glass with a few large ice cubes, she then poured the non-smelling, non-alcoholic clear liquid to around the halfway point. "You see, I could choose a completely disgusting drink and gross out your prey." As she closed the first bottle, she placed it on it's rack beneath the bar and then opened the second, pouring it into the glass. The liquids merged together in a little fizzy tempest. "Or, I could suggest my favorite drink and lose my bet." Turning, she stabbed a cherry out of a jar with a little umbrella and dropped it into the drink. Her eyes sparkled at Brass' very large tip and she grinned. "Fuzzy Navel..." she mumbled, turning to put the cherry liquid back. Standing, she pulled a stool over with one foot and stood on it with the other, quickly snatching a bottle from the top shelf and returning to floor in one swift, natural movement. On her way back to the counter, she snatched up a pitcher of orange juice. In moments, she'd mixed four glasses of the orange juice with some peach schnapps and a bit of vodka. "If they don't like these, they were just sluts anyways." She laughs and looks down the bar to see a new man who looked to be a bit down on his luck. "Work, work, work. It never ends!" she says with a wink to the two men as she collects the bottles and pitcher and puts them back in their proper places. Grabbing a rag out, she stuffs the leaves into her apron and begins to wipe down their section of the bar before going to ask the man's order. He looked as if he needed some time alone for a moment anyways, as his face was pale and he looked as though he'd just seen a ghost. |
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Wash: I think they really captured his essence. Kaylee: He looks kinda mean. Wash: That's sorta what I meant. Simon: This must be what going mad feels like. Kaylee: Everywhere I go, his eyes keep followin' me... | |
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| Alain | Dec 20 2005, 04:03 PM Post #8 |
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"Mister? When are you going to learn that honorifics and I don't go together, not one bit." He took the glass, smiling, then put an elbow on the bar casually, leaning against it. A few long strands of his hair fell over his face, and he blew them out before looking over at his boss. "Well, my friend, I still wouldn't take the bet. Have seen bigger surprises, and that was just this morning." He sipped at the drink, careful to take very small sips, as if the liquid really was at all alchoholic - there was a reason he never drank martinis when they were real - it was a two gulp drink. Boring. It was, however, good for getting someone drunk in a hurry, and it looked... sophisticated. Though exactly why that was, he had never been able to fathom. Small drink... too expensive... why? Ah well. He had long ago accepted the idiosyncrasies of this decadent life... he surmised that if he hadnt, he would long ago have gone insane. But the casino was more his home than anyone else there, save for Brass. "I should wish you good luck, but that just seems superfluous, now doesn't it?" |
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| petenick_1984 | Dec 20 2005, 07:07 PM Post #9 |
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After the bartender, he knew her face but names eluded him, turned to make a drink, Brass took an appreciative gaze at her derriere. She was one of the few employees he had not had the pleasure of. Brass smiled in response to the honesty of her thoughts, atleast she was on top of her game, if not him. Her skills in handling liquor and cocktails surpassed many who had been previously employed here. Brass supposed her skills could be used elsewhere, but he kept such thoughts to himself until the opportune moment. Such a moment would never be presented. This woman was held in high regard with Brass. He could never treat her with such lack of respect as he did the others. The comment about the women's moral standard, or slut as she so accurately put it, caught Brass off guard. At a loss for words, he could only laugh and return, "You are quite right." As she returned to work, he and Chase were still engaged in conversation. "You will see in time, my friend. Image is everything, regardless if you agree with it or not." Gathering the drinks together to bring over, he held them in both hands to display to the women his manual abilities. "It is not always what you are, but what others belive you are." Taking a breath, Brass sighed, "Show time." Walking towards the table of females, Brass put forth a guise of calm. "Good evening, ladies. I thought a drink for each could add to the pleasure of your evening." The ladies looked to him, a smile crossing their delicious lips. Brass could almost feel the velvet of them. Setting the glasses down upon the table, Brass held his, "May I?" He asked to be seated. "Of course," A human female approved. Sitting beside the two human females at the round table, he faced the neko. "How has your experiance been so far?" Brass asked with seeming interest. "Great, we did not know how large the casino was." Brass gathered they were not familiar with him as well. "There is nothing here that is small by any comparison." The girls smiled. "Excuse us, we have to use the ladies room," The two humans excused themselves. Brass was left alone with the neko. He did not know if the situation was positive or not, perhaps the girls were preparing for an exciting evening. Extending his hand, Brass introduced himself. "My name is Brass, and yours?" He waited for a response. The neko returned the gesture, although pausing for a moment. "Nina," she replied with only some interest. "And your two lady friends?" Nina lifted a brow. Brass released her hand and they both took a sip of the cocktail. "What about my friends?" The female begain to appear defensive. The tip of her tail plumed slightly. "There is going to be a small party in my private suite and I simply wanted to invite you and your lady friends." Brass smiled politely. Nina did not seem to be flattered. "When is this private party?" The words came out of her mouth with a slightly sarcastic tone, which was detected by Brass. "It is your choice completely whether or not you wish to attend." Nina smiled. "Of course it is," Nina replied. "I would be pleased if you were to grace the party with your feminine presence." The neko seemed to soften slightly. Brass took a step back from his situation, his thoughts wandered again to the three of them at the private party. His gaze lowered to Nina's bust. The wager he had just commited himself to passed through his mind. Though her breasts were quite large and perky, the cost of his respect to the two at the bar did not seem worth losing. "Would you care for me to digress the specifics of the party?" Nina tilted her head slightly so that the flame of the candles danced in her eyes. "Only if you wish to devulge such information with me," Nina seemed to gain interest in the conversation. Nina took one last look at her breasts, enjoying her curves. His loins ached to be put between them. "First off, I would undress each of you, exposing your flesh to myself and eachother." Brass slid to the stool next to her as he spoke. Reaching a hand underneath her curve kissing shirt, he caressed her breast, "I would love to have you first." Her lips retracted into a grimace. Pulling her torso away from Brass and his hand being removed from her body, the neko stood, knocking the stool to the floor. "You will not touch me nor my friends, you filthy swine!" Reaching to her glass, Nina violently dumped the contents onto Brass' crotch. The cold of the ice stung his organ, his face showing the discomfort. Other than the expression, Brass did not flinch. The other two females had been just returning as the neko turned away, dragging the two girls with her. Brass sighed, wiped his pants with his hands, and returned to the bar. Setting five hundred more leaves onto the bar, Brass accepted his defeat. Smiling weakly at Tevy, Brass admitted defeat. "Perhaps it was the drink." |
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| LadySabre | Dec 21 2005, 02:55 AM Post #10 |
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A small giggle escaped Tevy's lips as she as she watched Brass slowly begin to dig his own grave with the neko. Looking to Chase with a knowing smile, she bit her lip, trying not to giggle too much louder for fear the customers would think she'd gotten into her store of liquor. A younger, perkier man came to the bar as she was getting ready to speak with the more sullen one. He had just won a good amount of money, she guessed. He didn't seem to be too smart, so she guessed Roulette. Sometimes people got lucky with the spinner. That wasn't so with the card dealers, though. The man required Tevy's assistance immediately, so, with an eye to the depressed man, she went to him. "Vodka! Straight vodka! And get a shot for yourself, too, pretty lady," the man said with a wink as his eyes traveled along Tevy's trim body from head to toe. "Thank you, Sir, but I don't drink," she replied with a smile. "Oh, come on. Just one? Please? Promise I'll make it worth your while." "I'm sure you would. But you know what would be better than sex?..." She leaned forward, her face getting closer to the man's. She could see the anticipation in his eyes as she grasped two large bottles in her hands with a grin. The one on the left - straight vodka, just what the man had ordered. The one in her right - sparkling water, the same non-alcoholic liquid she'd put in Chase's drink not minutes ago. "A nice tip." She winked and pushed his shot over to him after tucking the bottles back on their shelves under the counter. After slamming the shot of sparkling water, she grinned at the man and made her way over to the depressed man. "Hello there, Sir. What can I getcha?" Her voice, chipper and social, broke his eerie silence and he looked up, his eyes empty and devoid of life. She shivered, but managed to keep a smile on her face. "Doesn't matter..." the man mumbled. "Nothing matters... I lost... Lost it all..." He shook his head slowly. "Hey now. It's okay. Surely you didn't lose ALL your money. You'll be back here tomorrow night with another hundred leaves and I bet you'll win a nice game of cards, eh? How's about a martini? They're colorful and happy." But the man wasn't listening to her anymore. His eyes were fixed on the man Tevy had just served with a burning passion of hatred filling them. "You... You dog! You stole all my money!" the man yelled. "I'll kill you!" "Hey! There's no need for yelling or violent threats, Sir!" Tevy said sternly. Reaching under the bar, she pulled out a hose and nozzle. As soon as the man began yelling again, she sprayed him with the water. "I said no threats! I'll not have that kind of animalistic behavior here at my bar." The man turned to look at Tevy, his eyes still burning with rage. "You little wench! I'll kill you, too!" He lunged across the bar and Tevy growled. Across the bar, a tall man with pale white hair, tied back with a leather cord, stood abruptly from his paper and glass of water. Glaring over at the yelling man, his icy grey eyes stared daggers into the man's back as he made his way over to Tevy. |
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