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All are invited to There Is No Tomorrow, a Phoenix Casino soiree to celebrate our beloved guests. The festivities will begin at 1800 hours on January 20th and end at 1800 hours on January 27th. Please look forward to 168 hours of delight.
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PARKING GARAGE
ANY CAR IN A STORM
PHOENIX CASINO HALL
WELCOME TO THE NEXT 168 HOURS
Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
All clocks indicating day hours and night hours have been removed from the casino. Once a guest has entered, their Watch will jam, making it impossible to keep track of the time. You don't need to worry about that tonight.
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[ Well, now! Someone's clearly taking matters into their own hands.
Whether attracted by the tang of magic on the air or just curious to see what all the ruckus is about, the witch skirts around explosion girl's hot mess floor inspection, her eyes lazily drifting over to the impressive burn mark Tohsaka has scorched into the carpet for a solid second or two. Tough to say if that was a spectacular failure or an intentional effect... but color her impressed anyway.
So, naturally, Mayou sinks into a crouch by Rin's head with an elbow resting on one knee and her cheek on the palm of her hand. ]
You have something in particular against the decor, or...?
[ it's a different flavor of disdain when sylvain's speech tilts flirtatious. honestly, if the circumstances were just slightly different, fig might have happily played along (until his attention inevitably drifted) but as it stands what might have amused fig a different day now only further irks him. he hasn't nearly as much strength as the larger man beside him does, but he still puts his all in those tugs back. these are his blankets until he decides he's done with them, thankyouverymuch. ]
You've been told you were charming before, haven't you.
[ he sniffs, turning up his nose. ]
Probably once, and probably said under extreme duress. I would lean on your other, actual qualities.
[ he does sylvain a great service by sparing a moment to consider this. ]
[ Causing problems not even on purpose this time. He was sleeping! He didn't even mean to do it! Don't blame him, y'all.........
But during the hubbub of the commotion, Wei Wuxian does wake up. Sitting up on his elbows blearily, he rubs at an eye and is awake enough when Sylvain peeks under the table. There's a indistinct grumbling from Wei Wuxian in answer, something that sounds like not even an incense time before he sits up properly and makes to crawl out from underneath the table. ]
There wasn't anyone here when I got here. So, by rights, I'm not the one at fault.
[ ... Huh. That sure is a specific kind of energy he's sensing here. Another cultivator? No, no, no one he knows. He definitely isn't aware of this guy and if he's a demonic cultivator at that, it's not anyone in Wei Wuxian's wheelhouse. Is this is his fault? No, this can't be his fault. He doesn't even know the guy!
But for now, he's going to act as if everything is normal and not poke the sleeping tiger. Instead, he moseys his way over to the cart filled with food and serves himself out of the big bowl of congee into a smaller serving bowl to eat. He listens to the question and gives a hum. What does that even mean? ]
For breakfast? Absolutely. I'm a congee kind of guy. Though — [ He takes a bite of the congee and frowns. ] — Could use a bit of spice.
[ You know what's weird? This guy seems shockingly familiar but Wei Wuxian just can't place him. There's just something about him though that makes Wei Wuxian feel almost certain that they've met before. Maybe he's another cultivator? But what would he be doing here? Eh, if that's the case, he'll probably recognize the name Wei Wuxian so whenever they introduce themselves, he'll keep a savvy eye out.
For now, he settles into the seat next to Xue Yang and lets him snag the dice first. He notes how sloppy he looks in the suit and well, he's not that much better in terms of carrying himself, but he did put his suit on properly. It wasn't too hard to figure out pants.
He takes a sip of his drink (alcohol, of course), setting it down on the table and taps his fingers against the surface, considering. ]
Why not? New people, new place, new experiences. I'm here for it all. Let's play.
[ Sometimes, you just need to sit under a table and hide from the rest of the world with your sort of kind of son. That's what Wei Wuxian believes anyway. He is a little concerned about seeing him here though, because as far as he can tell this hotel(?) (the word hotel is also new) is a den of debauchery and degeneracy. Kind of the opposite of the Lan clan's whole deal.
He does feel satisfied in his assessment though, feeling as if Sizhui still has it Together enough even if they're both a little fish out of water. Though, shockingly, Sizhui seems less fish out of water than him. Wonder what that's about.
The color red is new too and Wei Wuxian has half a mind to comment about Sizhui no longer wearing funeral colors, just because. ]
Oh, what's the strangest then? I have to wonder what beats an alternate world with a lot of strange technology and stranger people and also sex toys.
[ she did feel someone tug at her hair in the midst of her slumber; there may be a lot of it, but she's a little sensitive when it comes to have anything to do with her hair. call it an intuition of sorts. last thing she wants is to have someone cut a lock of it and show it off to her boss, as an example. wouldn't that be fucked up?
she does stay still as instructed -- not like she can go anywhere with this crippling migraine anyway. in another life, headaches like these would've been commonplace for her. she focuses a bleary eye on the other man, brows furrowed together in suspicion. why is he doing this like he's done this before... 🧍♂️ ]
Please... tell me we didn't do anything weird last night. I don't even know who you are.
[ upon opening her mouth to speak, she realizes how parched she is after drinking like a sailor the night prior. sorry, she's going to shift in her bed and attempt to sit up after all. ]
[ Sylvain squints one eye open at that. Great. He's down to two noisy spinny figures taunting him. he's pretty sure that's still wrong, unless he'd somehow landed himself in bed with identical twins.
...Granted, that's happened before, but they were a lot more enthusiastic than this. ]
I happen to be very charming, thanks. When it's not ass-o'clock in the morning. [ Is it? Who knows. It's not like this place has real windows.
It feels like ass-o'clock in the morning, though. That's his story and he's sticking to it. ]
Did you just call me pretty? That almost makes up for you being a blanket hog.
Personally, I think we should blame the entire thing on the grumpy staff member, but lets not test that theory, just in case he comes back with his supervisor.
[ Sylvain waves that excuse away, like he hadn't inadvertently started this whole calamity by tripping on the pretty-napper-under-the-table in the first place.
He is a gentleman though, and offers his hands to help the guy up to his feet. And eyeing the dark spot he'd been occupying. ]
Besides. That couldn't have been very comfortable. Isn't it sticky down there?
To anyone with eyes, maybe. ( which is not a particular mention to his awkwardness, but more that aventurine recognizes many of the faces that have been around the golden peacock. he does not elaborate, however.
it is much easier to pull down and remove one's pants entirely for this, but, well. he can't be blamed for not asking such a thing of a stranger - some find it hard to adapt to the debauched and carefree nature of a sex casino, others are likely still blissful unaware. for what it's worth, aventurine enjoys those who are on the same page as him. )
Hm~ Asking for a name when I'm about to get on my knees makes things a little more intimate, don't you think? ( mostly spoken in jest as he stands up from his seat, crouching onto his knees so he can better be at knee-level.
he gives his game partner a look - ) Aventurine. A pleasure to make your acquaintance. ( - before he gives his knee a teasing lick, short, gentle, and generally uneventful. back up he goes. )
This humble monk does not usually grace himself to partake in such...festivities, but, mm...it was an experience to feed the senses.
[He closes his eyes thoughtfully, before they pry open, almost completely black just based on the sliver of them. He himself has the loosest bath robe on, but its lazily tied on, like its half ready to just slip off if he shifts in the wrong way.]
Ah, do you require food? [And...oh, there's a little growl from his stomach.] I admit, as a Servant of the Throne, my own hunger is...new to me. Thanks for the reminder. Fufu, though it is a nuisance of sorts as well...
"I just-- pondered it, myself. One set could go on the nipples, but... how would the other set feel elsewhere?"
Oh no. His ears are pretty red at the tips now.
He also keeps watching Hank unbutton his shirt. He thinks to reach out, but Hank is quicker to do it; his heart jumps in his throat as his chin is captured, and he lets out a soft breath, shivering at the caress of a thumb to his lips. His fangs peek out a little in the process.
"...Never have, no."
His breath flutters a little against Hank's thumb, a little faster, a little uncertain.
He watches him keenly, hidden gaze flicking over Hank's entire being.
[damn this place. dragging him in here, stuffing him in a stupid suit, choking the life out of him with a shitty tie! as soon as he was out of sight of the front doors, bakugo ripped the damn thing off and stuffed it into his pocket instead. changing it up a bit wasn't too difficult, tugging the jacket open and undoing the buttons until he's in a far more comfortable version of the original white and red clothing.
casino bells, slot machine tells, the whirling of roulette wheels. he glances towards the spinning monstrosity nearby. that wasn't roulette that he knows. more akin to american jeopardy games. tch, of course the payouts are perverted. like everything else in this place. you'd think they'd have gotten tired of-]
OY!! [bakugo stumbles to the side, snarling at the impact as someone crashes into him. he slams one foot to the ground to brace himself, one arm slaps against the nearby column, and his other hand finds and fists into whatever this body's wearing. hauls him right up with a growl.] Watch where you're going!
[what's this guy doing, jumping on people?!]
edelgard von hresvelg | fire emblem: three houses | currently in-game
[ Regardless of how she feels Edelgard looks as though she belongs at any extravagant party. Her dress, wine red, wraps around her neck like a choker, bares her upper back, and has a side slit that would, she notes with some approval, allow her plenty of movement if the party turned into something more like combat. The lack of sleeves is countered by matching gloves fit for an opera, long enough to hide the old experimentation scars on her inner arms. Her pale hair coils into a braided crown around the back of her head, a few loose locks framing her face. A small earring dangles from her right ear -- half of a golden sunburst -- and it's complemented on her left earlobe by a golden cuff shaped like a small flowering vine.
She has learned in her time here to show some caution with the food unless she is in a position not to mind an aphodisiac leading her astray. She's less prepared to find herself rising into the air as though weightless after a glass of champagne. ]
Excuse me.
[ She's risen high enough that she gives the nearest head a careful pat. ]
Would you mind helping to ground me?
[ Typically she needs a stepstool -- or a friend -- to reach high shelves. At least this is a novelty. ]
dirty dice
[ Her very first night here was marked by a dice game, one that led her to an achingly unexpected friendship. Despite the change in the dice and the threat of more options to deal with, Edelgard is confident that she can win a payout. This time she expects to flush significantly less than she did on the day of her arrival.
Standing at one of the tables, she folds her gloved hands together on the surface and makes direct eye contact when purposefully approached. ]
Shall we begin?
1 or 11
[ The truth is that Edelgard only came here looking for a quieter location to spend a little time in as the party drags on. She has little idea of what she's getting into when she draws an Ace of Hearts but it's made clear quickly enough. Since she's already here and can't claim not to be curious, she wanders into an open bedroom and slows to a stop when she sees she isn't alone. ]
Are you here for the dynamic--
[ Adjusting one of her gloves, she offers an even more assessing look than usual but her tone lacks any particular judgement. Her experience with deliberate dominance and submission is quite limited, mostly idle conversation. She has been accused of being bossy before and will no doubt face that accusation again but that is very different and she is both uncertain that she wishes to draw these lines around sex and certain that she would need to trust someone a great deal in order to take a more submissive role herself. ]
--or simply to escape the party?
[ ooc: extremely open to other prompts, love house of cards and maybe sex toy roulette. she's definitely gonna play with some cats. I'm happy to hash out other prompts via pm! for 1 or 11 I'm open to anything: just talking to someone regardless of designation, her playing her assigned role (since this would be her first deliberate lean into it you shouldn't expect harder kinks but I'd be so down for leash and collar and/or master/pet, orgasm denial, temperature play, sensation play, and I could feel my way into other things depending on what the conversation's like/how our characters interact - I'd love to have her muzzle someone and I'm very interested in her playing around with physical restraints, which she's likely to be pretty respectful with in this set-up because bondage is currently still a big no for her on the receiving end and if your character also happens to be anti-restraints she's become a big fan of honor bondage), or even something with her playing a more submissive role (this will probably work best if she either already knows and trusts your character or if they're an experienced stranger who makes a quick good impression on her - love this possibility, maybe framed as someone indulging her curiosity and letting her experience how they handle it, but not in a one-size-fits-all kind of way so either pm me or let's start with an ic conversation/negotiation and get a feel for it). edelgard is 23 and f/m/nb are all good but 20+ preferred! ]
(if the hobbies involve his pantheon and brother, yes, it is in fact not a hobby karna enjoys. for now, he's keeping his eyes on ashiya. the monk always has been like this while keeping his arms crossed, this game was a simple one that karna was dragged into. admittedly, he doesn't have a lot of chips. he'll need to stay on his toes for these questions and to answer them properly. if he doesn't, that loss will hurt and knock him into debt.
not his ideal while he ponders the question presented to him. ashiya is right that there are times that others must lie, karna never outs them for it. the only time he ever did was whenever their lies were for ulterior motives. he's no fool to not answer that people must do these things for any reason; they have many things that must be done and karna almost surely has welcomed those that had their reasons into his arms as a comrade.)
If you meant the difference between lying from a desire to protect those around you, or lying because you intend wholeheartedly to be wicked. Yes. I know there are differences in the two.
(which is why he reaches next to grab another card, the card reads when he pulls it out carefully: what would you give up to be acknowledged? the question makes karna frown, briefly, odd thing to ask them. they're servants for a reason.)
I suppose for me it was my life, wasn't it? Although that was for the dreams of others who had gone unheard and unanswered. Unseen.
[ for a second—maybe two seconds, or even three, actually—Del lifts his head and looks Roche right in the face. his expression speaks louder than any amount of words could: what is wrong with you and why would you eat that.
or maybe just: that's nasty.
doubtless the mental image in his head is nothing compared to a real malboro, cooked or otherwise, but either version absolutely rankle his appetite. good thing he already stuffed his gullet full of meat pies before he got to the table!
it's while his gaze is still fixed on Roche's that the card slips free, which is kinda unintentionally badass, especially with that wobble. once it's loose, Del turns it between his fingers to read the question, brow furrowing. ]
"Family, or friends"? What kind of stupid question is that?
[ before recent events, he would've said "family," hands down, the end, no question, no contest, but—well. it's still going to be his answer, but it makes him feel kind of... weird. the way things have been going, the subtle shift in dynamics between himself and everyone else, it really gets him thinking, for a minute... or it would if he didn't give his head a shake as if to clear away the overthink-y thoughts. Del lays that card down with the rest of the ones he's drawn. ]
Family, obviously. Can't choose 'em. They're all you've got when it comes right down to it.
[ damn bro! he's just living his best life right now? in the lap of luxury? except there's no lap (right now) and he's lowkey pretending to still be asleep. it's why he only barely flinches at the touch of something cold and condensating right before his very closed eyes! is he being a good actor right now? hell yeah. best actor in inazuma. maybe not here though.
but itto won't give up his prized sleep time without a fight. think he's happy losing his one source of non-bed warmth? not at all. he's opening an eye to look at whoever he'd been spooning for a while and.
[ honestly, clorinde has never liked parties back home and she isn't likely to change her mind now. she didn't bother to fight the powers that be that forced her presence—it's easier to just go along with it and slip out later, which is how she finds herself getting waylaid by staff in her attempt to locate the nearest exit.
she has to hand it to them for persistence. after the fifth time a waiter stops her to offer her a glass of champagne, clorinde finally accepts it, finishing it quickly to escape. rather than stepping around them, she winds up slowly ascending instead, coming dangerously close to colliding with another guest. at least he doesn't seem to be having the same trouble she does, even though the height of his leap does pique her interest. ]
Thank you, [ she says, once her feet have found the floor again. ] It was one of the drinks the staff have provided.
[ Red, in the meanwhile, is in a very flash suit. She's not the dress and pearls type, apparently. Or at least someone doesn't think she is. Regardless, she gives Lappland a sidelong long, her cheeks starting to burn. Yeah, she's familiar with... sex and sexuality, thanks. Just... not quite like this.
Although the tail feels a little familiar somehow. ]
You're pretty casual about that whole thing. But I guess that's how this place is, huh?
Which is Hank’s way of saying ‘yes, I fucking intend to kiss you.’ So he does, leaning in to press his lips against Alivian’s. Trying to angle his chin back, not pushing forward too hard because he knows how much beards can scratch.
And some people are into that. Others, not so much. So Hank is being careful.
Slow.
Fingers trailing along Alivian’s jaw. Down the slope of his neck and over his shoulder.
“Real creative, huh?”
Which is good, because one of them has to be. Hank’s simple: he goes with the flow.
“Gimme your little... the clamps.” A whisper against the corner of Alivian’s mouth. “The pretty ones.”
[ It wasn't difficult to pick out Yasha in the crowd considering how much of a striking figure she is normally without a dress that cut deep. And if they're going to stuck in here anyway for an indeterminate amount of time, Hilda figures she may as well spend it alongside someone that she's at the very least familiar with.
At least they got to play dress up. And if there is one thing that will never change, it's persuading Hilda to get dressed up. She's donned an emerald green dress, hair spun up in messy bun that sits at the nape of her neck and up until several moments ago had been preoccupied watching the couple playing before them tumble away.
It's only moments later that she hears the clatter of dice that she realizes what Yasha has done. Her eyes glint a little staring down at the dice before back up at her. Playfully she pouts. ]
That's no fair - that ones seems easy compared to the other ones listed on there.
Reno || Final Fantasy VII Franchise || new player (looking for invite)
[As a Turk, Reno has been in lots of unfamiliar situations, and been in a lot of expensive cars. The one he finds himself in right now however, is nothing like any that he has ever seen before. Not even anyone at Shinra would've displayed such a abundance of wealth, and these guys weren't exactly subtle. There's fancy lighting, a spacious and overly filled bar, and the whole thing is more the size of a room than a car.
It also makes him wonder how the fuck he got here in the first place, because he doesn't remember ever getting into a car like this. Nor that he apparently took off his clothes at some point and is now left in nothing but an almost see-through hot-red robe, embroidered with red and black crystals and gems. Well, must've been one heck of a party if he doesn't remember how he got here ...
Considering he is a Turk and well trained, it takes him entirely too long, even with his initial surprise, to notice that there is someone else with him in the car. Frowning against the neon lights of the interior, he tries to make out a face.]
Hey. You got any idea what this is?
2. - Phoenix Casino Hall
[Well, it's his luck that he was actually wearing the suit offered to him, and only had to close his shirt and add a tie to the ensemble, so the itchiness is reduced to a minimum, and Reno claims it's the general restrictiveness of the tie that's bothering him. And the fact that he isn't even allowed to present his best assets, when there is so much interesting company around.
His eyes scan the crowd, looking for something interesting - or someone, but first his need for a drink draws him towards the bar, ordering a whiskey. From there, he keeps his eyes traveling, landing on the different kinds of games and gambles that seem to be the main event of the party, or over to a group of people, apparently being highly excited about their somewhat weird looking cigarettes.]
2.A - Dirty Dice
[Reno eventually decides to push himself away from the bar and finds himself drawn towards the table that seems to offering some sort of dice game. He has never seen this kind of game before, but it's easy enough to catch up on, and he finds himself intrigued. Well, he still has no idea how he ended up here, but it could definitely be a worse place than this, so why not enjoy the time while he's here?
With a grin, he signals that he wants to join the game, and is handed a pair of twelve sided dice rather quickly. Giving the people around a charming grin and a wink, he blows on the dice and lets them roll over the table.
They land, showing .. 3 and 12. Kiss ... and nose. Well, that's almost boring, and he pouts a little, turning towards the person who will be lucky enough to feel his perfect lips on their nose.]
or ...
2.B - Spin the Wheel
[His attention gets drawn towards what seems to be a sort of roulette, but in a way that he has never seen before. He studies it for a moment, and with every passing second that he understands how the game works, his grin widens. Oh, this sounds like a lot of fun, that's for sure! He downs his whiskey and steps closer, waiting for his turn.
Cracking his neck in both directions and rolling his shoulders before he grabs the handle, he spins the wheel. it spins, keeps spinning, slows down ... and eventually stops at ...34. Insta-Prize. His face falls, honestly having hoped for something more exciting, even as he picks the extra large chip pay out.]
(ooc: I swear I used RNG for both prompts, and this is what I got, lol)
3. - Aftercare
[Reno groans when he wakes up, giving himself a moment before he slowly opens one eye, then the other, waiting until the world around him stops spinning for a moment before he even dares to move.
Okay, one thing after the other: he's naked, waking up in sheets that are definitely not his own, and with a massive hangover. So far, nothing unusual, looks like he's had one hell of a party last night. With a hammering headache, he shifts a little, trying to see if there's anything drinkable that's not alcohol anywhere near the bedside table. Doesn't seem to be the case.
So with a groan, he turns into the other direction, to see who he lucky bastard is that he spent the night with ...]
Well, mornin'.
4. - Wildcard
(Want to see Reno in any other situation that isn't listen in this TL? Just throw me a starter and I'll be happy to play along!)
[ so far, nothing weird's happened to him, save for it being apparently so delicious that he's one step away from barking at anyone who tries to make off with his meat pies. but give the guy a break, he hasn't eaten like this in a minute. or ever, really. the fancy finger food at the last soirée he went to didn't have anything on this, if only because the paripus weren't invited to have any of the good stuff, no matter whose crew they were part of.
at any rate, Del's shoulders relax. he's just shoved an entire half of one of those bad boys in his mouth when he catches that glance toward his tail. it's real, alright, and so are the flopped over ears on top of his head, both of which pin back in annoyance. ]
What? Ain't you ever seen a paripus before?
[ i mean, he's starting to think that might be accurate. no obvious hint what tribe this guy's from, either, which seems to be a theme. are people even, like, from tribes here? Rude's kind of big... maybe rhoag? ]
[ Oh, a real gentleman!! Wei Wuxian blinks a little at the offered hand but he'll take it, using it as leverage to stand up. Wow. Gosh. People don't usually treat him this nicely so this is a first. What's the catch, he has to wonder.
Also yes, he is so pretty. ]
You're right. In my heart, I know where the guilt lies.
[ A solemn nod here as he lets go of Sylvain's hand and clasps his hands behind his back, glancing towards under the table and then back to the other man. ]
I've slept in worse places, it wasn't terrible before the interruption. Let's walk though, before we're harassed.
[ He extends a hand in a direction, suggesting they start off that way and will go if it seems like Sylvain is moving. ]
( it's just for a little exploration--a little enrichment, all the same. after all, with the talk of the great party that's happening, or meant to be happening, that means there's not going to be as much attention paid elsewhere, and more than that, he's heard that some of the prizes for the games in this party might just be parked down in the garage. does that mean a way out? or does it just mean driving in circles down in the lowest floors? he's curious, and while curiosity has killed cats--or so he's been told--he's never met death from being too inquisitive. no, it's been mostly attempts on his life thanks to his technique, which he's stuck with whether he's wondering or not.
so it's a little disappointing, once he comes down into the wide expanse of the garage and finds there's no grand opening at the end, no race to the exit that he can find. there are, however, a ton of cars, enough that he lets the six eyes do much of the work from behind his sunglasses, mapping out the dimensions of each and every one.
the sound gets to him, first, before even the six eyes clock it: there's a rhythmic thumping from inside the trunk of one of the sleeker cars, and with his face screwed up in playful dismay, he edges closer to it. he knows better than to believe in ghosts, and he's watched all kinds of horror movies and laughed through the worst parts of them, but this--well, just in case, he's on edge as he flicks a little burst of cursed energy at the trunk lock, and waits while the lid creaks open. )
Oh! ( he says, warm and amused, as he leans one hand on the trunk lid, peering down at the person inside. ) You're not dead!
( it's a joke, really--his lips spread up into a grin. ) But you are, you know, naked.
( as if they don't know that already. )
ii. HANDCUFF ROULETTE.
( step one is easy. get changed into something that suits this kind of party, saunter in, look around for anyone that he knows. the crowds are thick, with the party still in its early stages, which means that it's more wading than it is swimming; he can't seem to track anyone down just yet, which means--
step two is a little more difficult: convincing the pretty bartender that he's absolutely able to handle more than just a glass of champagne, especially when he's already grinning and laughing after sipping at one. she relents, but only after he's flashed her a bright smile; she suggests that he go work off some of his 'queen rank energy' by playing the roulette games, that they're sure to entertain someone like him.
step three is disappointment. after spinning the wheel, there's no fancy money pool for him to jump in, no limousine, no expensive watch or attention; instead, there's a pair of handcuffs pushed onto him and a threat via his watch--no, it's not really a threat, but he knows this place, and knows that it means what it says. he has four hours or else, which means he's going back to the bar so that he can go for step four, which is...well. entrapment.
pushing up one of his own sleeves, he cinches the handcuffs there around his own wrist, leaving the other side open--as he returns his empty champagne flute to the bar, he slides closer to another guest, and, with a quick dip of his hand, manages to snap the other side of the handcuffs down onto their wrist. the grin he offers is wide, a little charming, seemingly apologetic-- )
Damn these things, now we're going to have to fuck around to get them off. ( no, that's not true, he has the key in his pocket. ) They have a mind of their own, sorry. So, your place or mine~?
iii. ALL FOR THE CHOCOLATE.
Don't look at me like that.
( he's seated at one of the many tables off to the side of the entrance of the women's parlor--his sunglasses are open on the table in front of him, and quite delicately, he's holding the wand of a tube of mascara, trying desperately to slide it onto his pale lashes. with a frustrated click of his teeth, he jams the wand back into the tube, pumping it a few more times before trying again, gaze focused on the small hand mirror he's holding in the same grip.
wearing stupid things has never really bothered him, and bothers him even less here--which may explain why he was all too willing to stuff himself into a maid outfit for the occasion. part of it may be about being a nuisance, or about his ego, or maybe just desperately looking for a bit of fun; but the real reason for his adamant desire to pass through, undetected, into the women's lounge has yet to be shared.
that is, until he looks over his mirror at the person sitting across from him, the poor soul that he's roped into this to help him--and he lets out an exasperated breath, grinning, as he caps the mascara and sets it down. )
I don't think you understand the gravity of the situation, here. ( he says it in a hushed, playful whisper. ) They have a chocolate fountain in there. We're getting in whether you want to or not.
( he nods to the outfit that's folded, neatly, onto the table: the only other one he could obtain, for his companion, but whether it's a matching maid outfit, or something else, he hasn't said. instead, he slips his sunglasses back on. )
Now do you need help getting dressed, or what?
iv. ONE OR ELEVEN.
( he guesses that the game manager found it a little funny: she had seemed to encourage him to pick this card in particular, and it's only after he turns it around in his hold that he realizes her humor. his former rank, ace of spades. there's a soft snort, bemused, under his breath; he clips the card to the front of his tie, leaving it there in sight, as he moves further into the room.
this isn't a game that he's familiar with--hell, he's not even really familiar with whatever the rules are for this kind of thing, but in his mind it means the one that gives orders, and the one that takes them. in that case, being a dominant isn't really all that bad; isn't he usually telling people what to do, anyway?
so he's tilting his head past doorways, glancing inside rooms, until he finds someone alone--and then it's a brief glance to catch their card, confirming, before his mouth perks up into a smile. )
Got you. ( one slender hand holds up the end of his tie, showing off his card all the same. ) Guess you're mine, now.
( the room's rather luxurious, despite its modest size: there's a large bed in the middle of it, decked out in soft pillows and blankets, and he heads towards it, tilting his head in indication at his companion. )
Lie down. Put your hands above your head.
WILDCARD & OOC.
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