【 Thank you for choosing the Golden Peacock, 5-star resort and casino. You are currently registered as a WILDCARD in our system.
Due to a high volume of check-ins, temporary accommodations have been made in our parking garage for all new arrivals. We aim to have all guests moved into their reserved rooms as soon as possible. We deeply apologize for any inconvenience!
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.
In an effort to raise happiness and encourage better guest relationships, attendance is required. The house will assist guests that are too shy to appear of their own accord. Please note that black tie attire is mandatory. As always, we hope you enjoy your stay! 】
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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Hank looks up at Gen with a very ‘what the actual fuck’ expression as he sits in his lap. Eyes thinned and jaw dropped ever so slightly.
“Oh, yeah. That’s me. All desperate for it.”
He’s good at talking bold when he has something to hide, and now is no different. Even going so far as to exaggeratedly raise his shoulders in a fake shiver.
“I presented for ya, all right.”
If Gen’s going to be cute about this, Hank might as well roll along with it. Maybe it’ll weird him out enough before Hank gets too into it. Hank was feeling pretty high and mighty as he unbuttoned his shirt, but he’s a little more wary now. So he slides his hands down to Gen’s hips: not to hold him in place, just trying to match his energy. Their weird game of chicken.
“You got your fondling all done?”
His expression is stoic, his voice the same lazy drawl as before. While he knows it’s pointless to ask his body to react — or not react — in any particular way, Hank still tries. Fingers squeezing round Gen’s hips as if to ask his nipples not to get hard, thank you very much.
For a few seconds, the touch isn’t enough. And Hank is almost grateful for that — right up until he feels his nipples hardening, and... goddamn.
It’s not as if he’s really lost their game, though. Who can blame an old man for liking his nipples touched?
Unfortunately for Hank, Gen's spent too long here among people who have made a game out of being obnoxiously flirtatious with him to get a rise out of him. A little sarcasm in response to his own obnoxious comments isn't going to be nearly enough to chase him off, and if he's relying on his age to be a deterrent for Gen...
He's spent a decade obsessively trying to gain the attention of a man not that much younger than Hank. There's nothing about him that's going to chase Gen off, especially not when Hank is carefully plucking at his competitive nature.
And right now? Gen feels like he's starting to win this stupid game of theirs. Between Hank's fingers digging into his hips, and the feeling of him stiffening under the pads of his thumb, it really feels like victory is close at hand. His grin stretches wide, his thumbs still moving in tight circles.
"Bet it counts for the game, but you sure you want me to stop? Seems like you're having a good time here."
“That’s what nipples do, kid. They get hard if you touch ‘em like that.”
As if that explains the shuddery breath Hank tries to quietly suck in.
“Thought we had to keep rolling to win the game. Or” — meeting Gen’s grin with his own — “is this winning to you? Groping an old man’s chest while you sit in his lap?”
Hank isn’t a fan of the whole kidnapping angle this resort has got going, but damn. If this is what he has to look forward to here, he might as well let guys — much younger guys, at that — touch him like this. Hell knows no one outside this weird resort wants to touch him.
“Don’t particularly want you to stop, no.” Hank can at least admit this, especially once his nipples are fully hard. No denying that. “This what you wanna hear, hmm?”
In a technical sense Hank is completely right, and given the way they've both started snipping at each other in this conversation, Gen really didn't expect any other response. The blasé comment about functioning human anatomy, the biting retort about Gen's scope of winning being small and petty--
The comment about actually enjoying it though wasn't on his list of expected replies though, and his fingers do actually still for a moment in surprise at that.
Just for a moment, because if Hank's going to try to out smug him here, then two can still play at that game, with 'at that game' here apparently meaning 'with Hank's nipples'.
"I'm just trying to help a guy out here. You have to settle in and get used to this kind of weird shit eventually, right?"
Magnanimous of him, truly, and not at all looking like he's preening just a little at the admission.
Hank still has his hands on Gen’s hips, but he moves one up along his back. Not at all trying to be helpful. Trying to be unhelpful, perhaps.
“This your good deed for the day, then? Helping an old man get all settled in?”
It is arguably a pretty good fucking day if Hank can have someone’s hands on his chest like this. Someone in his lap. Strange, absolutely, that this could become Hank’s new normal.
It’s been a long time since anyone has really touched him. A long time. Is Hank a little unnerved? Absolutely. Does he let it show? Trying not to. His heartrate is rising to a steady thump-thump, but it isn’t running a mile per minute just yet.
The game sure is taking an interesting turn here, and Gen is no longer sure if they're playing dirty dice, an elaborate game of chicken, or something else entirely.
With his hands resting on Hank's chest though, he can feel the slow but steady increase of those beats; just a little something to indicate that the hand now inching up back might not be entirely done just to keep up this weird little stand off they've started.
If Hank's going to keep cracking jokes about his age though, Gen will play right along with it.
"You look like you're still capable of helping yourself across the street, so I had to find some other way of helping out, Old Man."
How much older than Isao is this guy? Probably not much. Maybe not any older at all. Barely older than Hasegawa, who is still out on the field fighting alongside Gen on the regular.
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Hank looks up at Gen with a very ‘what the actual fuck’ expression as he sits in his lap. Eyes thinned and jaw dropped ever so slightly.
“Oh, yeah. That’s me. All desperate for it.”
He’s good at talking bold when he has something to hide, and now is no different. Even going so far as to exaggeratedly raise his shoulders in a fake shiver.
“I presented for ya, all right.”
If Gen’s going to be cute about this, Hank might as well roll along with it. Maybe it’ll weird him out enough before Hank gets too into it. Hank was feeling pretty high and mighty as he unbuttoned his shirt, but he’s a little more wary now. So he slides his hands down to Gen’s hips: not to hold him in place, just trying to match his energy. Their weird game of chicken.
“You got your fondling all done?”
His expression is stoic, his voice the same lazy drawl as before. While he knows it’s pointless to ask his body to react — or not react — in any particular way, Hank still tries. Fingers squeezing round Gen’s hips as if to ask his nipples not to get hard, thank you very much.
For a few seconds, the touch isn’t enough. And Hank is almost grateful for that — right up until he feels his nipples hardening, and... goddamn.
It’s not as if he’s really lost their game, though. Who can blame an old man for liking his nipples touched?
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He's spent a decade obsessively trying to gain the attention of a man not that much younger than Hank. There's nothing about him that's going to chase Gen off, especially not when Hank is carefully plucking at his competitive nature.
And right now? Gen feels like he's starting to win this stupid game of theirs. Between Hank's fingers digging into his hips, and the feeling of him stiffening under the pads of his thumb, it really feels like victory is close at hand. His grin stretches wide, his thumbs still moving in tight circles.
"Bet it counts for the game, but you sure you want me to stop? Seems like you're having a good time here."
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“That’s what nipples do, kid. They get hard if you touch ‘em like that.”
As if that explains the shuddery breath Hank tries to quietly suck in.
“Thought we had to keep rolling to win the game. Or” — meeting Gen’s grin with his own — “is this winning to you? Groping an old man’s chest while you sit in his lap?”
Hank isn’t a fan of the whole kidnapping angle this resort has got going, but damn. If this is what he has to look forward to here, he might as well let guys — much younger guys, at that — touch him like this. Hell knows no one outside this weird resort wants to touch him.
“Don’t particularly want you to stop, no.” Hank can at least admit this, especially once his nipples are fully hard. No denying that. “This what you wanna hear, hmm?”
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The comment about actually enjoying it though wasn't on his list of expected replies though, and his fingers do actually still for a moment in surprise at that.
Just for a moment, because if Hank's going to try to out smug him here, then two can still play at that game, with 'at that game' here apparently meaning 'with Hank's nipples'.
"I'm just trying to help a guy out here. You have to settle in and get used to this kind of weird shit eventually, right?"
Magnanimous of him, truly, and not at all looking like he's preening just a little at the admission.
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“Helping a guy out, huh. That what this is?”
Hank still has his hands on Gen’s hips, but he moves one up along his back. Not at all trying to be helpful. Trying to be unhelpful, perhaps.
“This your good deed for the day, then? Helping an old man get all settled in?”
It is arguably a pretty good fucking day if Hank can have someone’s hands on his chest like this. Someone in his lap. Strange, absolutely, that this could become Hank’s new normal.
It’s been a long time since anyone has really touched him. A long time. Is Hank a little unnerved? Absolutely. Does he let it show? Trying not to. His heartrate is rising to a steady thump-thump, but it isn’t running a mile per minute just yet.
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With his hands resting on Hank's chest though, he can feel the slow but steady increase of those beats; just a little something to indicate that the hand now inching up back might not be entirely done just to keep up this weird little stand off they've started.
If Hank's going to keep cracking jokes about his age though, Gen will play right along with it.
"You look like you're still capable of helping yourself across the street, so I had to find some other way of helping out, Old Man."
How much older than Isao is this guy? Probably not much. Maybe not any older at all. Barely older than Hasegawa, who is still out on the field fighting alongside Gen on the regular.