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i. LOUNGE: date night. [ Make love, not war is all good and well, but he could do without the rampant kidnapping and sex trade.
Not a chance he'd be lucky enough to catch a break, not even when he's landed right into the seedy lap of a good ol' casino resort. Every inch of it lined in red, decked to the nines. There's no way to get into contact with Sherry and he hates to keep her waiting, but she knows he's a big boy. He'll handle it. He's done his due diligence; he's done the looking and the asking. After enough of it, a guy gets thirsty. Attempting to enter the lounge for that drink turns into a bigger ordeal than he's counting on and not in any typical way he's used to getting into.
His little trip to the bar is fashioned into an impromptu date. Lovely. ]
Sorry to drag you into this, [ he tells that date; the very next person that had walked up. Turns out their keepers aren't all that discerning. Talk about hospitality.
He orders a drink the second they're seated, tired bones sinking into the chair and grizzled features downplayed in the lowlighting. The tight shirt leaves no question the definition of his muscles and the hard work he puts his body to. He exhales a deep, ragged breath when it's delivered. He's got the glass to his mouth when the waiter nudges the cards helpfully, looking every bit eager. Helpful and hospitable.
While drinking, he flips over the top card with a gloved hand. Date night questions. Cute. He downs his drink and pushes his empty glass back towards the waiter. ]
Name's Leon. [ And he asks, specifically ignoring the cards; ] How long have you been here?
ii. GAMES: dirty dice. [ It's no bingo hall, but not by much. The powers that make the world go round always have style and this time, the slot machines are just the dress. Underneath that is the dirty belly that keeps this realm running.
Baited by a promise of an extra large payout and a couple drinks behind him, Leon sat down for a friendly game. It's been a long time since he was young enough to find a round of dirty dice titillating, but what can he say? He likes his luxuries. He's feeling a little naked without all of his toys and he doesn't have any better leads. Sure as hell feels like slacking, the dice weighing next to nothing in his gloved palm. He exhales a scoff of amusement. ]
Feeling lucky?
[ The quip doesn't get an answer, before he's setting the dice to rolling.
How'd he go from elbow deep in guts to this? ]
Now's your chance to back out.
iii. SLOTS: red machine. [ All his luck went down the drain some 28 years ago.
He's a quick learner. Not really in the habit of testing his luck when it's proven time and time again to be poor. So what's the excuse for the slots? Oh yeah. Easy money. With his bank account invalid in sexland, he's doing a little easy work to make sure when he wakes up he has something to his name. Getting paid to share a dream? Hold hands?
And nothing is trying to bite your face off?
Ain't that the life. ]
Hello, gorgeous.
[ Leon says smoothly, forearm smoothly landing against the wall where he's so generously caged a stranger. Yeah. He's about as discerning as the lounge. The flirtation doesn't mean anything; his watch beeps with the notification of a small prize transferred to his account. ]
Feel like playing the slots? Easy payouts.
iv. WILDCARD ( additional ideas i have include: him waitering at the soiree, red machine clothes swap, either of the bathroom hold ups.... if you want any of these, just let me know and i don't mind writing us a starter!
that said, leon is a hunky 49 years old. keep that in mind! )
[ life has a funny way of putting her in certain situations sometimes, and most of them of late usually involved leon. ada doesn't believe in luck, but the amount of times they've crossed paths at this point probably counts for something. even in some strange sex resort.
maybe that might explain how he looks older than she remembers. ]
Don't be.
[ when they get their drinks, she uncrosses her legs and leans in towards the table and into the light, resting her forearms on the surface. for her part, she looks the same as ever: polished and put together in shades of reds matching the casino's decor. she could've been mistaken for a long-standing guest if it weren't for her watch revealing her wildcard status. ]
Not very long. [ her head tilts gently to one side as she assesses him, fingers curling around her drink but not taking a sip yet. ] I like the new look.
[ if that ain't just like her — looking perfectly untouched by time itself. more than just looking it. about as difficult to explain as the whole thing, up to and including this. the way he still feels like a lucky dog sitting across from her. or maybe the way she still has him wrapped around her finger. ]
Thanks. New gym. [ he says, ignoring the elephant in the room. hell, he knows he's bulked up plenty since then. he might need more drinks than just the one. when his refill arrives, he pulls it close, but ignores it in favor of the woman across the table. ]
You look good. Always do.
[ the compliment comes natural as it is unnecessary. ada has always been gorgeous. and always tangled up in more than leon can compete with. ]
Not the sort of vacation I thought you liked.
(ooc: just a heads up, i know the game is still fresh, so i've been running real vague to avoid spoiling others! also, i love ada so much )
( ooc: np!! i'm like in the last third (?) of the game but i basically know what happens so feel free to go wild. and wheezes i am voicetesting and have no idea what i'm doing but i couldn't resist 🥹 )
[ he'd grown in the time between raccoon city and spain, and just when she was starting to get used to it, he's grown even more. he no longer looks like that rookie cop she'd met on his first day at work. ada's gaze lingers on his arms, the breadth of his shoulders, the tired lines etched into his face; despite all the changes in his appearance and demeanor, she could still pick him out in a crowd. or maybe it's just that he's the one thing that's familiar in this place that she's still trying to figure out.
the changes itself are still a point of concern, however. but that's something to discuss when they're not surrounded by other dates.
there's an actual smile on her face now, one that widens just a touch at the compliment. it's unnecessary, but then again, he always does things that are unnecessary. ]
Mm, no. [ she traces a finger around the rim of her glass and then lifts it for a sip. ] It's a little too gaudy for my tastes.
[ not that it'd prevent her from fitting in nicely anyway. ]
What about you? Have you finally put in for some time off?
( ooc: ohhhh the last bit of the game is so good!! but maaaan. same on the voicetesting, just don’t mind me if i flub a little…. )
[ He used to feel picked apart when she would look at him like this, her eyes lingering on him too long. She always acts like she knows him better than he knows himself. Knows ten steps ahead of him.
There hasn’t been a time yet she hasn’t caught his eye; a spot of red, femme fatale. Excluding, of course, all the times she was like a spider on the wall. Leon might be a little louder with a little more attention; what can he say he’s a popular man?
And yet, sure hasn’t been a time yet she hasn’t had his rapt attention.
He’s old enough that maybe he should be a little bit embarrassed of himself. Hard to remember when Ada is sat across from him, smiling. He’s grateful for the distraction of his own drink, lifting it. ]
Sure feels like I got volunteered for some mandatory time off. Not uh, [ he gives their general surroundings a look. ] — not exactly my style, though.
( ooc: as of this tag i have officially finished it i'm bereft. but also please don't worry we can both wing it together 🤝 )
[ leon gives their surroundings a look and she lets her gaze drop to her drink, hiding her amusement. he certainly sticks out, but he tends to do so whenever they meet on the field. maybe he really is that popular. and as much as ada looks the part of a long time guest, the unfamiliarity of it all still itches beneath her skin. they've never met without guns drawn at some point, sat in front of each other like this. for as normal of an encounter it is, it certainly feels out of the ordinary. ]
I do. [ something wry seeps into her tone. ] It's a shame that hasn't changed.
[ given all the extra years it looks like he has now. that's still the strangest thing. ]
But now that we're both here, maybe it might.
[ as the lounge's tables start filling up, there's a small crowd of people outside eager to come in to get matched with a date. perfect opportunity for them to slip away. ada leans closer, resting her chin in her palm as she looks at him beneath the fan of dark lashes, just as a waiter passes their table. ]
What do you say, handsome? Want to get out of here?
Unless you are in cahoots with the omnipotent resort and are now playing a big game by pretending to be a double agent of sorts...you have no need to apologize for dragging anyone into anything. [ Viktor please!! He sounds rather amused as he says that. He takes a seat across from the other man, and it's readily apparent that Viktor is not...normal in the least. Leon is probably used to all sorts of body horror, but has he seen a man made of metal and magic before?!
His purple metallic fingers tap lightly on the tabletop before he leans back in his chair. His body draped in a bluish purple hooded robe, makes him stand out but not as much as if he were to go without it. ]
Viktor. I have been here for, eh, almost a year now.
[ Leon’s seen a lot. Arguably, he’d say he’s a bigger fan of this meshing of metal and man and magic. Less messy than rotting flesh. Seems less likely to bite, too. ]
Viktor, huh.
[ There’s a rough chuckle he can’t resist. Funny. He doesn’t need a second look to know the man across from him is no association to the Victor Gideon he’s been tangling with. The name still gives him a chill, and he rolls a shoulder, shakes his head and reaches for his freshly filled whiskey. Talk about a man that doesn’t know the first thing about consent. Or dental hygiene.
This one has made a significantly better impression. Kept his fingers out of Leon’s hair, too. ]
It’s good to meet you, Viktor. I like to play my cards straight. I do my best work against kidnappers, not working with them.
[ Viktor definitely has better dental hygiene and is not one to bite, it's true! ]
Ah. Well. That is certainly good to know. Perhaps your expertise in such matters might help us break out of here at some point. [ He's saying that with a teasing tone of voice. ]
[ Despite the teasing in Viktor’s voice, Leon’s response is genuine. ]
I hope so.
[ This doesn’t begin to sit in his area of expertise, he can’t fathom how this place works. But if he can help anyone, he’s always ready. When his empty glass is replaced, Leon takes it just as readily. ]
Anyway, I work for the DSO. Division of Security Operations, primarily dealing with anti-bioterrorism.
[ Leon’s hasn’t missed how well-spoken and educated his ‘date’ sounds. ]
[Douman has been rolling dice all night. The payout is significant, both in the way of chips and the way of pleasure. As far as Douman can tell, the game has no downside - certainly not with this gentleman speaking.]
Why would I do something like that? Not when you're rolling.
[ Leon quips back with a smirk, the clatter of the dice between them already dying down as they roll to their natural stop. He’ll see if this stranger can keep up. He’s an odd one. Good thing Leon’s used to that.
A short glance at the dice and the corresponding actions gets a dry scoff of amusement out of him. ]
Seven and four. What do you think? Got something nice to say?
[ He’s been at the gym before the sun rises too many days. He sure hopes these dice won’t be a problem. ]
[ Somehow, Douman managed. The corner of Leon’s mouth has definitely tipped towards a smirk. ]
You know, I keep losing jackets.
[ Funny thing. Anyway, his line of work is demanding. Never know when he might need to bench press someone. Don’t ask him about his gym routine, it’s brutal. Anyway, with that solidly checked off — ]
[ Nothing here to bite his face off? So, about that.
Arms folded, back against the wall, Bigby turns his head toward this stranger invading his space without saying a word. The beep tells him all he needs to know before Leon makes his offer. He pulls the cigarette out from the corner of his mouth, blowing a puff of smoke in the opposite direction. ]
Sounds like you've already started.
[ Bigby's far from a gambler himself, but even he can see the tradeoff isn't terrible enough to avoid entirely. In fact, he's already got a task of his own that he's been scouting for. Good thing all friends start as strangers. ]
Bigby, by the way. Might as well get to know each other, if we're pairing up.
[ Would you look at that. Good thing he didn’t save those drinks for later. He might have skipped this rugged face for the next pretty one. With the beep confirming his payment, Leon pulls his arm back, undoing the cage he’d made with his own body, unfazed by the billowing smoke dissipating in the air, joining the rest of the pollution filling the casino. ]
Leon.
[ The corner of his mouth is edging upwards. Bigby, huh?
He can’t say he’s disappointed at the idea of a partner in crime on this one. He may not be intending on staying, but no reason they shouldn’t make use of an easy way to rack up credits. And this fella looks like one Leon wants on his side: slots or otherwise.]
Couple lookers like us teaming up and we might get an audience.
[ Leon. Bigby will remember that. He smirks to himself before taking another, shorter drag. A smooth talker even without a slot machine telling him to be. This guy would be quite the catch, but luckily, Bigby knows how to keep his priorities in check. For the most part, anyway. ]
Last thing we need are eyes on us hitting it big. [ He quirks a brow up, giving the other man a quick once over. ] But you seem like the type who knows how to play it cool.
[ Something Bigby desperately needs work on himself, but for now, while this is still purely a game for them to win, he can at least stay calm and collected. He extends a hand, not to shake, but to hold, if Leon accepts. ]
So how 'bout it, friend? I see a machine over there with our names on it.
[ He likes to think he can play it cool. No promises on not drawing attention. He’s usually got all eyes on him and they all want a bite.
What can he say? No complaints here. He thinks it’s pretty charming this rugged fella is willing to run game with him. It’s always a pleasant surprise when things go smoothly. Bigby doesn’t know how rarely that happens. Life’s had its fair share of snags, that’s for sure.
The sex resort is an unexpected turn.
When Bigby holds out his hand, very noticeably not for any sort of handshake, Leon looks from the offered hand back up to the man attached with a quirked brow. If he hadn’t been trying his luck on that same machine, he might not think anything of it. Now he’s thinking— ]
Starting without me, big boy?
[ He’ll take that hand. They might as well get friendly if they’re partnering up. ]
Sure thing, friend.
slots! YES... MORE 40+ YEAR OLD MEN FOR THE 40+ YEAR OLD MEN CLUB
[ Okay, bold. He wasn't expecting to be trapped by a stranger against the wall but he's not complaining when the stranger looks like that. What an absolute hottie, jesus christ. What the fuck. Date's brain goes a little fuzzy from horny and his eyes drop from Leon's eyes to his mouth to back up to his eyes as he tries to remember what the fuck Leon just said. ]
Huh?
[ Wait, no, shit. Focus. Something about — ]
Oh, slots. Right.
[ . . . ]
I mean, we could just screw and I'll give you a bunch of credits, no problem.
[ The flirt landed a little too well, he thinks with a dry chuckle. The guy he’s caged against the wall this time doesn’t have any complaints about the muscled arm beside his head or the way Leon is pinning him in. Something about blondes, he thinks. His watch beeps with the payout but Leon lingers a little before he pulls away slowly.
Date catches him off guard with the offer. He smirks, shaking his head at the blunt offer, finding good humor in it.]
Nice try.
[ He’s already stalking back to the machine in question. When he makes it there, he turns back, nodding his head to the machine. ]
Why don’t you try your luck? Who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky.
[ Nooooooooooo. Despair. Cruel. Horrible luck. The whole thing was about flirting with him, not actual sex, and now Date is left a little struck dumb from the whole encounter. He can't help but follow after Leon, a bit like a puppy who is eager for a treat. Leon could lead him into a trap right now and he'd still walk face forward into it. Pathetic.
But instead he leads him to the slot machines and, right. Okay. He guesses that's... one option. ]
Does this mean if I get something that fits, you'll do it with me? Like, for sure?
Leon’s just led him to the slots machine. Arguably, it might be the lower paying job, but Leon’s willing to work with it. He’s played these slots a few times now and most have been harmless enough. This might be the spiciest one he’s gotten.
And there’s a chance Leon won’t even fit the criteria of Date’s task. He’d sure hate to bust the little guy’s bubble. ]
Tell you what. If you’re lucky, I’ll see what I can do.
[ He thinks Date is thinking of a whole different slot machine. Leon’s seen that one.]
[ Date is absolutely thinking of an entirely different slot machine. The black one. His eyes flicker past the line of red to the black ones but considers his options. On one hand, getting this guy to screw him would be the best thing ever and he's absolutely eager for it.
On the other hand, he supposes most people try and like... learn about each other first before jumping into bed and if he already turned him down once, Date has to build up to the extra part. Fine. Geez. God. ]
... Alright.
[ And he will pull the red slot machine! What does he get? HOLD HANDS | A WILDCARD | IN CLOSET
[Ooh, rugged. The lines in his face and the stubble across his jaw tell of a man who's seen things. But it's the cocksure attitude that makes Ianchus think his partner wouldn't be out of place working the ropes on the Cephea's docks.
He leans back, spreading his hands, one ankle cocked atop the opposite knee.]
Bad form to pull out of a game, aye? I'm at your mercy.
[His eyes flick to the way the muscle in Leon's forearm twitches as he throws the dice, then to the bicep attached to it. Very nice. ]
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i... hi
maybe that might explain how he looks older than she remembers. ]
Don't be.
[ when they get their drinks, she uncrosses her legs and leans in towards the table and into the light, resting her forearms on the surface. for her part, she looks the same as ever: polished and put together in shades of reds matching the casino's decor. she could've been mistaken for a long-standing guest if it weren't for her watch revealing her wildcard status. ]
Not very long. [ her head tilts gently to one side as she assesses him, fingers curling around her drink but not taking a sip yet. ] I like the new look.
oh... hello there
more than just looking it. about as difficult to explain as the whole thing, up to and including this. the way he still feels like a lucky dog sitting across from her. or maybe the way she still has him wrapped around her finger. ]
Thanks. New gym. [ he says, ignoring the elephant in the room. hell, he knows he's bulked up plenty since then. he might need more drinks than just the one. when his refill arrives, he pulls it close, but ignores it in favor of the woman across the table. ]
You look good. Always do.
[ the compliment comes natural as it is unnecessary. ada has always been gorgeous. and always tangled up in more than leon can compete with. ]
Not the sort of vacation I thought you liked.
(ooc: just a heads up, i know the game is still fresh, so i've been running real vague to avoid spoiling others! also, i love ada so much )
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[ he'd grown in the time between raccoon city and spain, and just when she was starting to get used to it, he's grown even more. he no longer looks like that rookie cop she'd met on his first day at work. ada's gaze lingers on his arms, the breadth of his shoulders, the tired lines etched into his face; despite all the changes in his appearance and demeanor, she could still pick him out in a crowd. or maybe it's just that he's the one thing that's familiar in this place that she's still trying to figure out.
the changes itself are still a point of concern, however. but that's something to discuss when they're not surrounded by other dates.
there's an actual smile on her face now, one that widens just a touch at the compliment. it's unnecessary, but then again, he always does things that are unnecessary. ]
Mm, no. [ she traces a finger around the rim of her glass and then lifts it for a sip. ] It's a little too gaudy for my tastes.
[ not that it'd prevent her from fitting in nicely anyway. ]
What about you? Have you finally put in for some time off?
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[ He used to feel picked apart when she would look at him like this, her eyes lingering on him too long. She always acts like she knows him better than he knows himself. Knows ten steps ahead of him.
There hasn’t been a time yet she hasn’t caught his eye; a spot of red, femme fatale. Excluding, of course, all the times she was like a spider on the wall. Leon might be a little louder with a little more attention; what can he say he’s a popular man?
And yet, sure hasn’t been a time yet she hasn’t had his rapt attention.
He’s old enough that maybe he should be a little bit embarrassed of himself. Hard to remember when Ada is sat across from him, smiling. He’s grateful for the distraction of his own drink, lifting it. ]
Sure feels like I got volunteered for some mandatory time off. Not uh, [ he gives their general surroundings a look. ] — not exactly my style, though.
[ Casino? Yeah, he’ll pass. ]
You know how my luck is, Ada.
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[ leon gives their surroundings a look and she lets her gaze drop to her drink, hiding her amusement. he certainly sticks out, but he tends to do so whenever they meet on the field. maybe he really is that popular. and as much as ada looks the part of a long time guest, the unfamiliarity of it all still itches beneath her skin. they've never met without guns drawn at some point, sat in front of each other like this. for as normal of an encounter it is, it certainly feels out of the ordinary. ]
I do. [ something wry seeps into her tone. ] It's a shame that hasn't changed.
[ given all the extra years it looks like he has now. that's still the strangest thing. ]
But now that we're both here, maybe it might.
[ as the lounge's tables start filling up, there's a small crowd of people outside eager to come in to get matched with a date. perfect opportunity for them to slip away. ada leans closer, resting her chin in her palm as she looks at him beneath the fan of dark lashes, just as a waiter passes their table. ]
What do you say, handsome? Want to get out of here?
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date night 👀
His purple metallic fingers tap lightly on the tabletop before he leans back in his chair. His body draped in a bluish purple hooded robe, makes him stand out but not as much as if he were to go without it. ]
Viktor. I have been here for, eh, almost a year now.
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Viktor, huh.
[ There’s a rough chuckle he can’t resist. Funny. He doesn’t need a second look to know the man across from him is no association to the Victor Gideon he’s been tangling with. The name still gives him a chill, and he rolls a shoulder, shakes his head and reaches for his freshly filled whiskey. Talk about a man that doesn’t know the first thing about consent. Or dental hygiene.
This one has made a significantly better impression. Kept his fingers out of Leon’s hair, too. ]
It’s good to meet you, Viktor. I like to play my cards straight. I do my best work against kidnappers, not working with them.
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Ah. Well. That is certainly good to know. Perhaps your expertise in such matters might help us break out of here at some point. [ He's saying that with a teasing tone of voice. ]
What is it that you did...for work, I mean?
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I hope so.
[ This doesn’t begin to sit in his area of expertise, he can’t fathom how this place works. But if he can help anyone, he’s always ready. When his empty glass is replaced, Leon takes it just as readily. ]
Anyway, I work for the DSO. Division of Security Operations, primarily dealing with anti-bioterrorism.
[ Leon’s hasn’t missed how well-spoken and educated his ‘date’ sounds. ]
How about yourself?
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Why would I do something like that? Not when you're rolling.
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[ Leon quips back with a smirk, the clatter of the dice between them already dying down as they roll to their natural stop. He’ll see if this stranger can keep up. He’s an odd one. Good thing Leon’s used to that.
A short glance at the dice and the corresponding actions gets a dry scoff of amusement out of him. ]
Seven and four. What do you think? Got something nice to say?
[ He’s been at the gym before the sun rises too many days. He sure hopes these dice won’t be a problem. ]
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I think I'd like to see you in a tighter shirt. You look like you could bench press me with those things.
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You know, I keep losing jackets.
[ Funny thing. Anyway, his line of work is demanding. Never know when he might need to bench press someone. Don’t ask him about his gym routine, it’s brutal. Anyway, with that solidly checked off — ]
Ball’s in your court.
somehow
[Douman gives the dice a good shake before he rolls them.]
Ten...
[Oh? And...
[Oh.]
Two.
[Well.]
iii.
Arms folded, back against the wall, Bigby turns his head toward this stranger invading his space without saying a word. The beep tells him all he needs to know before Leon makes his offer. He pulls the cigarette out from the corner of his mouth, blowing a puff of smoke in the opposite direction. ]
Sounds like you've already started.
[ Bigby's far from a gambler himself, but even he can see the tradeoff isn't terrible enough to avoid entirely. In fact, he's already got a task of his own that he's been scouting for. Good thing all friends start as strangers. ]
Bigby, by the way. Might as well get to know each other, if we're pairing up.
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Leon.
[ The corner of his mouth is edging upwards. Bigby, huh?
He can’t say he’s disappointed at the idea of a partner in crime on this one. He may not be intending on staying, but no reason they shouldn’t make use of an easy way to rack up credits. And this fella looks like one Leon wants on his side: slots or otherwise.]
Couple lookers like us teaming up and we might get an audience.
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Last thing we need are eyes on us hitting it big. [ He quirks a brow up, giving the other man a quick once over. ] But you seem like the type who knows how to play it cool.
[ Something Bigby desperately needs work on himself, but for now, while this is still purely a game for them to win, he can at least stay calm and collected. He extends a hand, not to shake, but to hold, if Leon accepts. ]
So how 'bout it, friend? I see a machine over there with our names on it.
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What can he say? No complaints here. He thinks it’s pretty charming this rugged fella is willing to run game with him. It’s always a pleasant surprise when things go smoothly. Bigby doesn’t know how rarely that happens. Life’s had its fair share of snags, that’s for sure.
The sex resort is an unexpected turn.
When Bigby holds out his hand, very noticeably not for any sort of handshake, Leon looks from the offered hand back up to the man attached with a quirked brow. If he hadn’t been trying his luck on that same machine, he might not think anything of it. Now he’s thinking— ]
Starting without me, big boy?
[ He’ll take that hand. They might as well get friendly if they’re partnering up. ]
Sure thing, friend.
slots! YES... MORE 40+ YEAR OLD MEN FOR THE 40+ YEAR OLD MEN CLUB
Huh?
[ Wait, no, shit. Focus. Something about — ]
Oh, slots. Right.
[ . . . ]
I mean, we could just screw and I'll give you a bunch of credits, no problem.
[ Date, please. Stop being so desperate. ]
DATE DONT SCARE HIM OFF LMFAO
Date catches him off guard with the offer. He smirks, shaking his head at the blunt offer, finding good humor in it.]
Nice try.
[ He’s already stalking back to the machine in question. When he makes it there, he turns back, nodding his head to the machine. ]
Why don’t you try your luck? Who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky.
CAN'T PROMISE ANYTHING
But instead he leads him to the slot machines and, right. Okay. He guesses that's... one option. ]
Does this mean if I get something that fits, you'll do it with me? Like, for sure?
[ Please, bro, he's dying of thirst here. ]
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Leon’s just led him to the slots machine. Arguably, it might be the lower paying job, but Leon’s willing to work with it. He’s played these slots a few times now and most have been harmless enough. This might be the spiciest one he’s gotten.
And there’s a chance Leon won’t even fit the criteria of Date’s task. He’d sure hate to bust the little guy’s bubble. ]
Tell you what. If you’re lucky, I’ll see what I can do.
[ He thinks Date is thinking of a whole different slot machine. Leon’s seen that one.]
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On the other hand, he supposes most people try and like... learn about each other first before jumping into bed and if he already turned him down once, Date has to build up to the extra part. Fine. Geez. God. ]
... Alright.
[ And he will pull the red slot machine! What does he get? HOLD HANDS | A WILDCARD | IN CLOSET
... Okay, sure. ]
You're a wildcard, right?
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Dirty Dice
He leans back, spreading his hands, one ankle cocked atop the opposite knee.]
Bad form to pull out of a game, aye? I'm at your mercy.
[His eyes flick to the way the muscle in Leon's forearm twitches as he throws the dice, then to the bicep attached to it. Very nice. ]