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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!
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[After having woken up in a vehicle that wasn't the company car, and ushered to a party he has very little interest in going to, Rude's disbelief is suspended long enough that he's able to seriously consider his options. The winning strategy seems to be to cooperate. To play along, win the games, and collect the payout at the end.
The only problem is that he doesn't see a blackjack table. And the roulette wheel isn't like anything he's ever seen before. Rude observes the popularity of the dice game and decides to take his chances here. Completing a handful of tasks seems doable as long as his dice rolls aren't unfathomably unlucky. Admittedly, he's not the most approachable looking guy dressed in an all black suit and wearing shades indoors like a psychopath, but he can wait until someone willing comes along.]
You can roll first.
2. H I G H R O L L E R
[Rude doesn't have a lot to work with as far as currency goes, but he does want to change that. He doesn't yet know what exactly counts as betting high, but he's willing to try just about anything at least once for the right amount of compensation. Based on absolutely nothing at all, he chases the idea that maybe with enough chips he'll be able to buy himself out of this situation and return home.
If any task is particularly daunting he'll likely resort to liquor to give him strength and the extra courage it might take to make things happen.]
3. H A N G O V E R
[Rude wakes up naked with a little bit of brain fog regarding the night before. Not having spent much time here, he's not yet used to the strange situations and being less than subtly encouraged into intimacy with strangers. As a turk he's been exposed to a countless number of uncomfortable circumstances, so a forgotten one night stand with a stranger (or so he assumes) is not enough to alarm him.
He groans quietly into his pillow as he wakes up stretching, curiouslylooking over at the person he believes he may have spent the previous night with. Shame and embarrassment will only arise if by some unlucky chance they happen to be someone he knows. ]
4. W I L D C A R D
(Whatever tickles your fancy. Rude is bisexual and romantically awkward, help yourself. DM or catch me at terrorate for plotting)
[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 ... only to stare directly into his partner's face, eyes wide and mouth open. Oh shit.]
[Rude wakes up to the sound of Reno's groan. Not unusual for him. With the amount of action they get on a daily basis, waking up bruised and sore is normal, and groaning like old men under the weight of consciousness isn't unusual.
What's unusual is that his partner is naked and so is he, but he has no memory of..doing anything like that. Rude rubs at his eyes, then feels around for his shades--they are no where to be found. Or his turk suit for that matter.]
What the fuck did you make me drink?
[His voice leans more toward a whining tone than an angry one. The gears in his head keep turning until he realizes what Reno might be thinking. And then he starts to question if they did or didn't. Rude looks down between his legs and he sees no signs of having gotten messy last night, but maybe he had a shower.]
I didn't make you drink anything you didn't want! ... I think. Wait ... What happened?
[His frown deepens, and there are too many things that need focus right now, for his hungover mind to decide on one. Well, maybe on the most pressing matter a hand, no pun intended.]
Uuuuh,
[He shifts a little, feeling a little sore and he presses his lips together to a thin line. Shit, did they really fuck? Did he finally get to climb this man like a tree and he doesn't even remember anything about it? Now THAT would be just typical.]
Iiiii guess? Or someone else, but ... [He looks around] well, no one else in here, it seems. [A beat.] You also don't remember anything then, huh?
[Rude opens his mouth to protest, but he also has no recollection of last nights activities. He remembers a party, drinking, maybe some awkward attempts at socializing, more drinking.. Nothing out of the ordinary. The hangover is likely just from getting carried away, he decides eventually, but when he sits up he's reminded of how naked he is. As if to prove that, he pulls down the sheets to verify that his partner is also naked.]
I can't remember anything.
[He doesn't really ask permission as his eyes scan Reno for bruises or bite marks. Even turning him over onto his stomach and brushing his hair to one side. Rude's face heats up in response to the red spots on the back of his partner's neck, one on his hip, and another right under the curve of his ass. Without knowing how he knows, he thinks they were his doing.]
I..need to quit drinking.
[Rude pulls the sheet back up to cover Reno and looks around the room for clues, finding a hot breakfast and hang over package on the bedside table. He would get up to investigate further, but instead lies right back down and covers his face with his forearm, embarrassed that they finally did the thing and he has no idea whether he was any good or not.]
[Reno tries to remember last night, but besides a few earlier experiences and moments, bright lights, gambling, drinks, lots of flirtatious people, he doesn't remember much after a certain pointdid they really drink that much that-]
Hey, watch it! What are you doing?!
[He is torn from trying to piece together the previous evening when Rude simply pulls down the blanket and stares at Reno's very naked form.]
Dude, at least as before you Stare lik- woah!
[He gets flipped over, face hitting the pillow, making him get a mouthful of cotton before he can turn his face to the side.]
What the fuck are ya doing, Rude?
[He holds his breath as Rude brushes the hairs from his back and keeps staring, before he feels the sheets covering him again. He remains where he is for a moment, trying to ignore that it felt quite good to be flipped over and then be touched almost gently, but whatever Rude was looking for, he seems to have found it, or not.
Taking another deep breath to will his body back under control, he scrambles to his knees, keeping the blanket wrapped tightly around himself to cover himself up and hide anything compromising.]
Well, next time we take it slow on the whiskey, that's for sure. ... [He chews on his thumbnail for a moment, eyes flickering over Rude.]
( the fun thing about dirty dice - or dice games generally turned sexy - is that aventurine's luck matters very little... unless one ranks the selection of options from 'easier' and 'best' to get, to 'annoying' and 'disgusting' to do. aventurine has no preference, as with many other things, so it's a breath of fresh air, so to speak. a game of chance where he has no influence over, the roll of a die being a surprise to him in ways few things tend to be, despite his general pessimism.
lucky for one certain unapproachable guy in shades indoors, aventurine does also tend to be the guy who wears shades indoors, albeit often rose-tinted, so it's much like finding an unexpected kin amidst a sea of people. )
Some would argue new players go first, my friend. ( he does not mean a new player to this game itself, but aventurine does not specify either.
instead, he tests the dice on his fingers, plays with them with a particular skill of someone who spends too much time rolling them off his fingers. ) But learning the game from observing isn't so bad a play.
( and down goes the dice — a 9 and an 11, respectively. uneventful, in spite of the suspense. )
Do you want to roll up your pants, or should I do it?
[The fact that anyone is interested in playing with him is a relief. It isn't that he has low self-esteem or finds himself unattractive, it's more an issue of social awkwardness. He's not good at talking to other, particularly not strangers, but that's what drinks are for.]
Is it that obvious that I'm new to.. all of this?
[Rude doesn't specify either since he feels a little out of place in a lot of regards, but the stranger realizes his strategy straight away. He folds his arms as the dice are rolled, leaning forward to peek at them once they stop.]
Kind of you to offer, but I can manage. [Rather than rolling up his pants of his suit, he unbuckles his belt, unzips and pulls them down his thighs and past there gravity pulls them the rest of the way to the ground. He's wearing black underwear and black socks once he steps out of his shoes and pants at the same time.]
It's more practical this way, right? [He looks to the shorter man for approval since he's the experienced one of the two.] What's your name?
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. )
And you are?
you'll get a bogo discount with your next purchase
[Rude takes note of the man's honesty and hums quietly, understanding. Can't fault him for being correct in the end, but he makes a mental note that his new acquaintance seems well-versed in the goings on of a place like this.]
Are you bothered by it? Intimacy with a stranger.
[He follows up with clarification to the question to avoid any misunderstandings, eyes following him once he gives his name, unable to help the blush over his ears and cheeks at being spoken to from that angle. It's not something he's used to, but Rude is determined not to make it more awkward than it might already be.]
Nice to meet you. I'm Rude. [Offering a handshake doesn't feel right, neither does touching the hair of a man he only just met, but he does offer him a hand up before going to roll the dice again for his turn. 6 and 12. He looks between the dice and Aventurine apologetically then flicks him right on the nose.]
( interesting question to ask, he thinks, on words that had been said as a tease and a jest. it earns rude a point, if the way aventurine's gaze locks on him is anything to go by; it means he's thinking, evaluating answers and all the things he could reply him with, sorting out the most appropriate response to this encounter in particular. )
Are you? ( a question for a question, as aventurine closes his eyes to welcome the flick. there's little to no reaction to it - it doesn't hurt, unfortunately -, but there's something almost amusing about the distinct way their dares differ.
it's an irony that will die on aventurine's tongue. ) Some people think intimacy comes with vulnerability, and prefer to reserve that to people they know and trust. And you did ask for my name.
( it's a non-committal answer tailored to avoid answering the question itself, though aventurine doesn't quite so believe that is the reason his name was asked. some people just prefer to be polite, especially so when playing a game that leans on the sexual.
another dice throw - this time, a 3 and a 6. there's something amusing, too, in the way his own die keeps missing the more relevant parts of the body. )
[Yasha is sitting up in bed when Rude moves around while waking up. She's fiddling with her hair, mostly braiding it up so it doesn't get in the way. She's barely covered up, mostly only by the single, very expensive sheet, that they are sharing. The cart with food is by the bed, but she hasn't touched anything (yet), the coffee is steaming and smelling good, and there are bottles of painkillers on the shelf below (along with complimentary... "entertainment").
Her head turns to the man when she feels him move, her mismatched eyes glancing over him, then turning away, face only lightly flushed.]
[Rude is aware of a presence beside him in bed, and isn't yet used to this place throwing him for a loop, so when he reaches over to touch the thigh of the person sitting beside him it doesn't feel the way he expects. His eyes open belatedly as he draws his hand away and sits up suddenly. He doesn't know who she is, or what they did, but she's beautiful.
He nods, then clears his throat before speaking, but is voice comes out tired and rough the first thing in the morning.]
Mhm. Must have had too much to drink..
[There's an elephant in the room and he's not sure he can bring himself to address it. Thankfully someone was kind enough to order room service, and that's the perfect distraction. Without moving from under the sheets, he drags the wheeled cart closer to the bed so he can pour her coffee, handing it off.]
[It is safe to assume that something happened last night, thanks to drinks and all the spiked food they offered at the casino. Or was that last night? Once she entered that stupid place she lost track of time.
Fortunately, the man doesn't seem to be the type to make a ruckus about what happened like some people she knows. They should be used to this at this point, no amount of yelling in the morning will change that fact.
So she's grateful for it, and nods with a soft smile at the offered coffee.]
Just cream, if there's some. [She shuffles a little so she's sitting properly next to him in front of the cart, and accepts the offered mug.]
Considering this place, it might not be just drinks, [she says, taking a sip and warming her hands up around the mug.]
[Rude does his best not to expose his junk to her while he sorts out the coffee, avoiding the sugar but pouring in enough cream to change the coffee from black to a soft brown so he can hand it over. There's breakfast food as well and normally he wouldn't eat in bed, but he's hungry on top of hung over, and this is not his house.]
I'm slowly starting to see what kind of place this is..but not so much the why part. [He puts a forkful of an omelet in his mouth, offering her a bite awkwardly as he tries to find the best way to ask The Question.]
[And Yasha is trying her best to be polite and not stare. He's well built, she can't help a few glances but keeps her attention on the coffee she's handed and the task of keeping sheet up and over herself (although not as diligently).]
I've been here a while. I still don't know the 'why' part. It tends to vary from month to month. [She eyes the offered food and happily accepts it, savory food and strong coffee being just the right thing she needs after the chaos.]
I remember... casino. And a bunch of gambling. [She quickly corrects herself,] Forced gambling. The staff didn't let people leave unless they played at least one game and, well... [one game turns into two, then three as you try to earn your losses back, and then you're stuck for hours on end.] Other than that, not really. Not clearly anyway. But considering the lack of clothing...
[It's probably not surprising that sooner or later, Rufus would find himself drawn to the High Roller lounge himself — never one to shy away from high-risk high-reward gambles, ever confident in his own ability to come out ahead of the game no matter the wager. What is surprising, however, is the familiar sight of one exquisitely bald head and ever-present dark sunglasses, and at first he almost doesn't believe his own eyes because it's been so long with only Tseng's presence for familiar security, but —
Well, this is the High Roller lounge. Why wouldn't luck go in his favor?
He makes his approach to the table where Rude's sitting at a leisurely, winding pace, aiming to blend in with the bustle moreso than just march right through it, and uses the time to further confirm his suspicions. But yes, it's him, and so as one of the rounds comes to a close, he chooses his moment well and breezes in to stand next to Rude, draping a fairly out-of-character arm over his shoulder and trusting that his well-trained Turk will take the unusual action for the signal it represents.]
Mm. Much as I'm sure we'd all like to see you lose your shirt, I'll cover your next bet. If you think you can win, that is.
[Hello, Rude. Have a convenient opportunity to acknowledge your boss, discreet and undercover.]
[Rude is fully prepared to lose his shirt to try to win some chips. In fact, he was prepared to do a lot more than that for a currency he didn't even know what he could do with. Perhaps in the back of his mind he's hoping subconsciously that he can buy his freedom and a way back home.
What better way to do exactly that than trying to cater to the high rollers? He should have stuck to that instead of getting involved in the gambling himself, knowing the number one rule of any casino is that in the end the house always wins. He's pulled from his thoughts when an arm settles over his shoulder, and he looks over to the man only to stiffen up in horror as he beholds Rufus far closer to his person than he could ever recall him being.
Rude opens his mouth to speak but his words aren't coming out. On one hand a familiar face is wonderful to see, on the other, he feels a sense of shame being caught and rescued by someone he's used to rescuing as an occupation.]
Mister Pres--[Rude cuts himself off because it's clear Rufus is not here in any work-related capacity. Maybe he doesn't want his cover blown. So Rude just offers the most unconvincing reassuring smile he can muster up.]
[There's one very useful piece of information that comes from Rude's quickly-smothered slip: that he's correctly identified him as Mister President, which means that whatever else his recollection of the current state of Shinra might be, he's at least along far enough to remember the important part. For better or, in the case of Sector 7, the worse.
It's useful information; Rufus files it carefully away behind the mask of his partygoing exterior, leaving his arm where it is as a concession to the house's thirst for exhibitionism as he turns his attention to Rude more fully.]
You should be careful. The house tolerates people who like to watch, but sooner or later everyone plays.
[He gives Rude a significant look.]
The quicker you get used to that, the better.
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I just wanted to know what I could do with my winnings so far.
[It isn't quite a lie. Rude is just watching, but with the occasional intrusive thought of just betting it all. Maybe it's a good thing Rufus shows up when he does even if it makes Rude feel a little like he's been caught jerking it. His pants are still on at the moment, at least.]
That's not just about the game, is it?
[He nods slowly. The little things that happen here make it difficult to deny that he feels coaxed to participate. To give into hedonistic urges--the only problem is that he's too practiced at denying those.]
Is it safe for you to be here? [Rude asks, unable to relax though Rufus seems as cool and unbothered as ever.]
[That's the thing about his Turks; despite uniformly owning all of their lives and loyalty, they're far from interchangeable, each with their own way of going about the jobs he asks of them. Tseng is Tseng — flawless to a fault, ever correct, the model director of his team. Reno burns like a blaze, as capable of production as destruction, all dependent on how he's handled.
And then there's Rude. Levelheaded, practical, down to earth. And always with his shaded eyes on the figurative prize.]
Tseng's vetted it.
[A comment that serves multiple purposes, really. One, that Tseng has been present at the resort longer than any of them, whether Rude's come across him yet or not. And two, for his own reassurance, that the need for security right now is relatively minimal — and this isn't just Rufus going rogue with little thought for his own safety.]
And that depends. How much have you heard about the resort's "Game 52"?
[ luckily for rude, she isn't someone he knows, which means he's spared from that shame and embarrassment. neither of those are present in mercedes' expression as she investigates the cloth bags and breakfast cart with a curiosity that may seem out of place given their circumstances. she's wrapped up in a fluffy robe that might be a size too small given the way it clings to her curves, but it doesn't look like she's bothered by it, looking over towards the bed once it sounds like he's back to the land of the waking. ]
Good morning. [ blue eyes soften with a smile as she watches him stretch, taking in the flex of muscle beneath his skin. his motor functions look fine just from a cursory glance; it seems they share the same symptoms of a busy night even though she's yet to remember what actually happened. ] How are you feeling?
[Rude isn't awake enough to classify himself as conscious but he is awake enough for manners, it seems.]
Good morning. [The response is muffled by his pillow and the own tired rasp of his voice as he slowly realizes he has no idea who has just spoken to him. Normally he would have a whole internal panic in this situation, but he's gradually starting to understand that this type of thing is normal here.
He just sits up slowly, rubbing his head like it might make the ache go away--it doesn't.]
Unwell. [Rude responds, glancing at her and the robe that hardly keeps her covered, and then to the try of hangover remedies.] Yourself?
[ what a gentleman. it's certainly a strange situation they've found themselves in, but she takes it in stride. it's more productive than having a crisis about it when she's in the presence of, technically, a stranger.
her smile takes a sympathetic slant as she turns briefly back to the cart, reaching for a mug. ]
Much the same, but the coffee did help. [ and a little bit of healing magic, but she holds off on that for now. ] Would you like some?
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rude | ffvii remake | new player
[After having woken up in a vehicle that wasn't the company car, and ushered to a party he has very little interest in going to, Rude's disbelief is suspended long enough that he's able to seriously consider his options. The winning strategy seems to be to cooperate. To play along, win the games, and collect the payout at the end.
The only problem is that he doesn't see a blackjack table. And the roulette wheel isn't like anything he's ever seen before. Rude observes the popularity of the dice game and decides to take his chances here. Completing a handful of tasks seems doable as long as his dice rolls aren't unfathomably unlucky. Admittedly, he's not the most approachable looking guy dressed in an all black suit and wearing shades indoors like a psychopath, but he can wait until someone willing comes along.]
You can roll first.
2. H I G H R O L L E R
[Rude doesn't have a lot to work with as far as currency goes, but he does want to change that. He doesn't yet know what exactly counts as betting high, but he's willing to try just about anything at least once for the right amount of compensation. Based on absolutely nothing at all, he chases the idea that maybe with enough chips he'll be able to buy himself out of this situation and return home.
If any task is particularly daunting he'll likely resort to liquor to give him strength and the extra courage it might take to make things happen.]
3. H A N G O V E R
[Rude wakes up naked with a little bit of brain fog regarding the night before. Not having spent much time here, he's not yet used to the strange situations and being less than subtly encouraged into intimacy with strangers. As a turk he's been exposed to a countless number of uncomfortable circumstances, so a forgotten one night stand with a stranger (or so he assumes) is not enough to alarm him.
He groans quietly into his pillow as he wakes up stretching, curiouslylooking over at the person he believes he may have spent the previous night with. Shame and embarrassment will only arise if by some unlucky chance they happen to be someone he knows. ]
4. W I L D C A R D
(Whatever tickles your fancy. Rude is bisexual and romantically awkward, help yourself. DM or catch me at
3. Hangover
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 ... only to stare directly into his partner's face, eyes wide and mouth open.
Oh shit.]
Uh. Mornin', partner?
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What's unusual is that his partner is naked and so is he, but he has no memory of..doing anything like that. Rude rubs at his eyes, then feels around for his shades--they are no where to be found. Or his turk suit for that matter.]
What the fuck did you make me drink?
[His voice leans more toward a whining tone than an angry one. The gears in his head keep turning until he realizes what Reno might be thinking. And then he starts to question if they did or didn't. Rude looks down between his legs and he sees no signs of having gotten messy last night, but maybe he had a shower.]
Did we..
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[His frown deepens, and there are too many things that need focus right now, for his hungover mind to decide on one.
Well, maybe on the most pressing matter a hand, no pun intended.]
Uuuuh,
[He shifts a little, feeling a little sore and he presses his lips together to a thin line.
Shit, did they really fuck? Did he finally get to climb this man like a tree and he doesn't even remember anything about it? Now THAT would be just typical.]
Iiiii guess? Or someone else, but ... [He looks around] well, no one else in here, it seems.
[A beat.]
You also don't remember anything then, huh?
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I can't remember anything.
[He doesn't really ask permission as his eyes scan Reno for bruises or bite marks. Even turning him over onto his stomach and brushing his hair to one side. Rude's face heats up in response to the red spots on the back of his partner's neck, one on his hip, and another right under the curve of his ass. Without knowing how he knows, he thinks they were his doing.]
I..need to quit drinking.
[Rude pulls the sheet back up to cover Reno and looks around the room for clues, finding a hot breakfast and hang over package on the bedside table. He would get up to investigate further, but instead lies right back down and covers his face with his forearm, embarrassed that they finally did the thing and he has no idea whether he was any good or not.]
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Hey, watch it! What are you doing?!
[He is torn from trying to piece together the previous evening when Rude simply pulls down the blanket and stares at Reno's very naked form.]
Dude, at least as before you Stare lik- woah!
[He gets flipped over, face hitting the pillow, making him get a mouthful of cotton before he can turn his face to the side.]
What the fuck are ya doing, Rude?
[He holds his breath as Rude brushes the hairs from his back and keeps staring, before he feels the sheets covering him again.
He remains where he is for a moment, trying to ignore that it felt quite good to be flipped over and then be touched almost gently, but whatever Rude was looking for, he seems to have found it, or not.
Taking another deep breath to will his body back under control, he scrambles to his knees, keeping the blanket wrapped tightly around himself to cover himself up and hide anything compromising.]
Well, next time we take it slow on the whiskey, that's for sure.
...
[He chews on his thumbnail for a moment, eyes flickering over Rude.]
Are things gonna be weird between us from now on?
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can I just scream at these two idiots?? I should be asleep, instead I am here, chewing my nails!
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I'll just slam both their heads against the next wall ...
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dirty dice if that's ok 🙂↕️ i'm collecting turks
lucky for one certain unapproachable guy in shades indoors, aventurine does also tend to be the guy who wears shades indoors, albeit often rose-tinted, so it's much like finding an unexpected kin amidst a sea of people. )
Some would argue new players go first, my friend. ( he does not mean a new player to this game itself, but aventurine does not specify either.
instead, he tests the dice on his fingers, plays with them with a particular skill of someone who spends too much time rolling them off his fingers. ) But learning the game from observing isn't so bad a play.
( and down goes the dice — a 9 and an 11, respectively. uneventful, in spite of the suspense. )
Do you want to roll up your pants, or should I do it?
lemme stamp your turks card
Is it that obvious that I'm new to.. all of this?
[Rude doesn't specify either since he feels a little out of place in a lot of regards, but the stranger realizes his strategy straight away. He folds his arms as the dice are rolled, leaning forward to peek at them once they stop.]
Kind of you to offer, but I can manage. [Rather than rolling up his pants of his suit, he unbuckles his belt, unzips and pulls them down his thighs and past there gravity pulls them the rest of the way to the ground. He's wearing black underwear and black socks once he steps out of his shoes and pants at the same time.]
It's more practical this way, right? [He looks to the shorter man for approval since he's the experienced one of the two.] What's your name?
tysm i almost got a bingo 🙏
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. )
And you are?
you'll get a bogo discount with your next purchase
Are you bothered by it? Intimacy with a stranger.
[He follows up with clarification to the question to avoid any misunderstandings, eyes following him once he gives his name, unable to help the blush over his ears and cheeks at being spoken to from that angle. It's not something he's used to, but Rude is determined not to make it more awkward than it might already be.]
Nice to meet you. I'm Rude. [Offering a handshake doesn't feel right, neither does touching the hair of a man he only just met, but he does offer him a hand up before going to roll the dice again for his turn. 6 and 12. He looks between the dice and Aventurine apologetically then flicks him right on the nose.]
wow maybe shinra isn't so bad actually 🤔
Are you? ( a question for a question, as aventurine closes his eyes to welcome the flick. there's little to no reaction to it - it doesn't hurt, unfortunately -, but there's something almost amusing about the distinct way their dares differ.
it's an irony that will die on aventurine's tongue. ) Some people think intimacy comes with vulnerability, and prefer to reserve that to people they know and trust. And you did ask for my name.
( it's a non-committal answer tailored to avoid answering the question itself, though aventurine doesn't quite so believe that is the reason his name was asked. some people just prefer to be polite, especially so when playing a game that leans on the sexual.
another dice throw - this time, a 3 and a 6. there's something amusing, too, in the way his own die keeps missing the more relevant parts of the body. )
Elbow please. ( gib arm, thank you. )
until they offer you the stylish black credit card with the high interest rate
it's ok the high interest rate is to have a really cool credit card to flex!!! totally worth it!!
and that's how they trap you into lifelong servitude with shinra
it's ok at least it's servitude under the pretty man that is rufus 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂
we love a bit of servitude
welcome to the life of a corpo slave
also sorry, you got the turk with all the FEELINGS
that's ok!! that's what makes him cute!!!!!!!
rude: falls in love with strippers
they're pretty and give you attention!! rude is valid actually
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3.
Her head turns to the man when she feels him move, her mismatched eyes glancing over him, then turning away, face only lightly flushed.]
You're awake. [...] Headache?
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He nods, then clears his throat before speaking, but is voice comes out tired and rough the first thing in the morning.]
Mhm. Must have had too much to drink..
[There's an elephant in the room and he's not sure he can bring himself to address it. Thankfully someone was kind enough to order room service, and that's the perfect distraction. Without moving from under the sheets, he drags the wheeled cart closer to the bed so he can pour her coffee, handing it off.]
Sugar?
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Fortunately, the man doesn't seem to be the type to make a ruckus about what happened like some people she knows. They should be used to this at this point, no amount of yelling in the morning will change that fact.
So she's grateful for it, and nods with a soft smile at the offered coffee.]
Just cream, if there's some. [She shuffles a little so she's sitting properly next to him in front of the cart, and accepts the offered mug.]
Considering this place, it might not be just drinks, [she says, taking a sip and warming her hands up around the mug.]
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I'm slowly starting to see what kind of place this is..but not so much the why part. [He puts a forkful of an omelet in his mouth, offering her a bite awkwardly as he tries to find the best way to ask The Question.]
Do you remember last night?
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I've been here a while. I still don't know the 'why' part. It tends to vary from month to month. [She eyes the offered food and happily accepts it, savory food and strong coffee being just the right thing she needs after the chaos.]
I remember... casino. And a bunch of gambling. [She quickly corrects herself,] Forced gambling. The staff didn't let people leave unless they played at least one game and, well... [one game turns into two, then three as you try to earn your losses back, and then you're stuck for hours on end.] Other than that, not really. Not clearly anyway. But considering the lack of clothing...
i'm deceased
xD
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sorry for slow tags, family got crazy :')
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high roller!
Well, this is the High Roller lounge. Why wouldn't luck go in his favor?
He makes his approach to the table where Rude's sitting at a leisurely, winding pace, aiming to blend in with the bustle moreso than just march right through it, and uses the time to further confirm his suspicions. But yes, it's him, and so as one of the rounds comes to a close, he chooses his moment well and breezes in to stand next to Rude, draping a fairly out-of-character arm over his shoulder and trusting that his well-trained Turk will take the unusual action for the signal it represents.]
Mm. Much as I'm sure we'd all like to see you lose your shirt, I'll cover your next bet. If you think you can win, that is.
[Hello, Rude. Have a convenient opportunity to acknowledge your boss, discreet and undercover.]
oh no, caught in the act
What better way to do exactly that than trying to cater to the high rollers? He should have stuck to that instead of getting involved in the gambling himself, knowing the number one rule of any casino is that in the end the house always wins. He's pulled from his thoughts when an arm settles over his shoulder, and he looks over to the man only to stiffen up in horror as he beholds Rufus far closer to his person than he could ever recall him being.
Rude opens his mouth to speak but his words aren't coming out. On one hand a familiar face is wonderful to see, on the other, he feels a sense of shame being caught and rescued by someone he's used to rescuing as an occupation.]
Mister Pres--[Rude cuts himself off because it's clear Rufus is not here in any work-related capacity. Maybe he doesn't want his cover blown. So Rude just offers the most unconvincing reassuring smile he can muster up.]
No, that's alright. I was just...watching.
surprise it's your boss!
It's useful information; Rufus files it carefully away behind the mask of his partygoing exterior, leaving his arm where it is as a concession to the house's thirst for exhibitionism as he turns his attention to Rude more fully.]
You should be careful. The house tolerates people who like to watch, but sooner or later everyone plays.
[He gives Rude a significant look.]
The quicker you get used to that, the better.
rude didn't complete the workplace harassment training
[It isn't quite a lie. Rude is just watching, but with the occasional intrusive thought of just betting it all. Maybe it's a good thing Rufus shows up when he does even if it makes Rude feel a little like he's been caught jerking it. His pants are still on at the moment, at least.]
That's not just about the game, is it?
[He nods slowly. The little things that happen here make it difficult to deny that he feels coaxed to participate. To give into hedonistic urges--the only problem is that he's too practiced at denying those.]
Is it safe for you to be here? [Rude asks, unable to relax though Rufus seems as cool and unbothered as ever.]
that's it he's calling HR
And then there's Rude. Levelheaded, practical, down to earth. And always with his shaded eyes on the figurative prize.]
Tseng's vetted it.
[A comment that serves multiple purposes, really. One, that Tseng has been present at the resort longer than any of them, whether Rude's come across him yet or not. And two, for his own reassurance, that the need for security right now is relatively minimal — and this isn't just Rufus going rogue with little thought for his own safety.]
And that depends. How much have you heard about the resort's "Game 52"?
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rufus broke him
lmaooooooo i'm sorry rude
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Good morning. [ blue eyes soften with a smile as she watches him stretch, taking in the flex of muscle beneath his skin. his motor functions look fine just from a cursory glance; it seems they share the same symptoms of a busy night even though she's yet to remember what actually happened. ] How are you feeling?
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Good morning. [The response is muffled by his pillow and the own tired rasp of his voice as he slowly realizes he has no idea who has just spoken to him. Normally he would have a whole internal panic in this situation, but he's gradually starting to understand that this type of thing is normal here.
He just sits up slowly, rubbing his head like it might make the ache go away--it doesn't.]
Unwell. [Rude responds, glancing at her and the robe that hardly keeps her covered, and then to the try of hangover remedies.] Yourself?
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her smile takes a sympathetic slant as she turns briefly back to the cart, reaching for a mug. ]
Much the same, but the coffee did help. [ and a little bit of healing magic, but she holds off on that for now. ] Would you like some?
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Yes, please. [He nods to the stranger kind enough to offer the coffee, reaching out both hands for it so he can take a long sip, then another.]
Do you remember anything about last night? [His voice is rough still from just waking, but his tone is gentle.]
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