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Angel nodded. "Yes, I think that would be best."
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He took a look at the flask and gave Joseph a wistful smile.
"Naw, doesn't do much for me." Too bad, really.
"Come on, let's get a nice table already."
Tom led the way into the club. He got the hairy eyeball from one of the bouncers but Tom flashed him a card and they kept walking.
The room was chittery and lively as the group walked in and the decor reflected the wealth of the patrons.
Needless to say, Tom wished he had the mind to wear his sunday best... but had a feeling he woulda still fell short of the atmosphere.
He picked a table off to the side and pulled a chair out for Angel for goodnatured sake.
He took a look at the flask and gave Joseph a wistful smile.
"Naw, doesn't do much for me." Too bad, really.
"Come on, let's get a nice table already."
Tom led the way into the club. He got the hairy eyeball from one of the bouncers but Tom flashed him a card and they kept walking.
The room was chittery and lively as the group walked in and the decor reflected the wealth of the patrons.
Needless to say, Tom wished he had the mind to wear his sunday best... but had a feeling he woulda still fell short of the atmosphere.
He picked a table off to the side and pulled a chair out for Angel for goodnatured sake.
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Mickey trundled in off the wet sidewalk and shook the rain off his broad shoulders. He ignored the dissaproving looks from a few nearby tables and scanned the joint. The Guilded cage was classier than his usual haunts - unstained tableclothes flickered with little tea-candles, and a brunette in a black gown was just finishing a mellow tune. It was the end of her act and she was still fully clothed. Definitely classier than his usual haunts.
The big lug spotted Angel and Tom Collins just getting seated. The Irishman was with them, tucking a flask into his pocket. Before he could make two steps in their direction a bouncer slid in font of him, arms folded. The man was half a head shorter than Mickey and built like a boxer. Mickey, however, was built like a milk-truck and unimpressed.
"'Ey, Angel, Tommy Boy!" He yelled to his companions, "Do I gotta wait fer youts ta tell dis chump off, or can I just floor da bastard?"
Mickey trundled in off the wet sidewalk and shook the rain off his broad shoulders. He ignored the dissaproving looks from a few nearby tables and scanned the joint. The Guilded cage was classier than his usual haunts - unstained tableclothes flickered with little tea-candles, and a brunette in a black gown was just finishing a mellow tune. It was the end of her act and she was still fully clothed. Definitely classier than his usual haunts.
The big lug spotted Angel and Tom Collins just getting seated. The Irishman was with them, tucking a flask into his pocket. Before he could make two steps in their direction a bouncer slid in font of him, arms folded. The man was half a head shorter than Mickey and built like a boxer. Mickey, however, was built like a milk-truck and unimpressed.
"'Ey, Angel, Tommy Boy!" He yelled to his companions, "Do I gotta wait fer youts ta tell dis chump off, or can I just floor da bastard?"
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Ignoring the stares of the regulars, Joseph walked across the floor slowly, taking care to look as though he didn't care. He slipped a small fold of bills into the smaller of the large mens pocket.
"Please excuse me friend here, he's just lookin' to enjoy a bit o the high life. He didn't mean no harm to you or your associates. How about I buy ya a drink and he has a nice seat over at my table?"
Ignoring the stares of the regulars, Joseph walked across the floor slowly, taking care to look as though he didn't care. He slipped a small fold of bills into the smaller of the large mens pocket.
"Please excuse me friend here, he's just lookin' to enjoy a bit o the high life. He didn't mean no harm to you or your associates. How about I buy ya a drink and he has a nice seat over at my table?"
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Mickey straightened his damp collar and pushed past the pacified doorman. "T'anks chum." He mumbled at Joseph, "Owe ya one."
He batted one of the chairs back and dropped into it unceremoniously, leaning back and continuing to eyeball the place. "Well folks, what's da score? Aint Lola s'posed ta be here er somthin'?"
Mickey straightened his damp collar and pushed past the pacified doorman. "T'anks chum." He mumbled at Joseph, "Owe ya one."
He batted one of the chairs back and dropped into it unceremoniously, leaning back and continuing to eyeball the place. "Well folks, what's da score? Aint Lola s'posed ta be here er somthin'?"
Lola
Lola had the distinct feeling that she should be nervous. She hadn't been nervous about going on stage in years, so why should she start now? There was still one girl to go until her act; not a bad singer, but she just so happened to be the... well, worst was the only term that fit, really. Flighty little thing, who thought she was going to be the next starlet of Broadway. Lola sometimes wondered how many other girls who worked in The Gilded Cage had been recruited by one family or another; but she didn't think that girl could give her any trouble if she tried. She probably knew that the only reason she was slotted in at right before prime time - which was Lola's spot of the night action - was to make her look better in contrast. Life can be cruel sometimes.
Shaking herself out of distracting thoughts, Lola scanned the audience from behind a curtain that was placed exactly for this purpose. Plenty of patrons tonight, including that snake of a man, Mr White. If the others didn't know what he looked like, she'd have to find some way of mingling with the crowd - not something she usually did until after her act, when people began to grow tired, somewhat helped by the singer placed after Lola, who had a cultivated talent for making people realise just how late it really was.
Eyeing the group that stood out like a sore thumb - wait, make that arm - Lola decided that if she could talk with one of them, probably Angel, who looked the most suited to her surroundings, it might peak Mr White's interest in the woman and make introductions that much easier. She just hoped the others had some sort of alias ready.
Slipping out from behind the curtain, Lola wandered over to a waiter, murmuring something in his ear before he shied away. In a few moments he would reappear with what looked like something mixed with vodka, but was instead water with a slice of lemon in a glass that they usually served alcohol in. She found that if guests saw her drinking something, before or after the show, they drank more, which helped to keep the owner happy.
Now united with her 'drink', Lola began on a plan of action. What she needed was for the group to seperate, if only for a moment, so she could snatch Angel away and have what appeared to be a casual conversation between old friends.
Lola had the distinct feeling that she should be nervous. She hadn't been nervous about going on stage in years, so why should she start now? There was still one girl to go until her act; not a bad singer, but she just so happened to be the... well, worst was the only term that fit, really. Flighty little thing, who thought she was going to be the next starlet of Broadway. Lola sometimes wondered how many other girls who worked in The Gilded Cage had been recruited by one family or another; but she didn't think that girl could give her any trouble if she tried. She probably knew that the only reason she was slotted in at right before prime time - which was Lola's spot of the night action - was to make her look better in contrast. Life can be cruel sometimes.
Shaking herself out of distracting thoughts, Lola scanned the audience from behind a curtain that was placed exactly for this purpose. Plenty of patrons tonight, including that snake of a man, Mr White. If the others didn't know what he looked like, she'd have to find some way of mingling with the crowd - not something she usually did until after her act, when people began to grow tired, somewhat helped by the singer placed after Lola, who had a cultivated talent for making people realise just how late it really was.
Eyeing the group that stood out like a sore thumb - wait, make that arm - Lola decided that if she could talk with one of them, probably Angel, who looked the most suited to her surroundings, it might peak Mr White's interest in the woman and make introductions that much easier. She just hoped the others had some sort of alias ready.
Slipping out from behind the curtain, Lola wandered over to a waiter, murmuring something in his ear before he shied away. In a few moments he would reappear with what looked like something mixed with vodka, but was instead water with a slice of lemon in a glass that they usually served alcohol in. She found that if guests saw her drinking something, before or after the show, they drank more, which helped to keep the owner happy.
Now united with her 'drink', Lola began on a plan of action. What she needed was for the group to seperate, if only for a moment, so she could snatch Angel away and have what appeared to be a casual conversation between old friends.
If I told you I was innocent, would you believe me?
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"And same to you," Lola replied with an unusual smile, trying to make her appear familiar with Angel. "I assume you know most of the people here?" She asked, taking a sip of her water and reminding herself to redo her lipstick before she went on stage. She fought the urge to shift and check the thin knife belt she kept on the opposite leg to the slit in her dress. It didnt carry as many as she would have liked, it being necessary to keep from sight, but it carried enough.
"And same to you," Lola replied with an unusual smile, trying to make her appear familiar with Angel. "I assume you know most of the people here?" She asked, taking a sip of her water and reminding herself to redo her lipstick before she went on stage. She fought the urge to shift and check the thin knife belt she kept on the opposite leg to the slit in her dress. It didnt carry as many as she would have liked, it being necessary to keep from sight, but it carried enough.
If I told you I was innocent, would you believe me?
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Angel shrugged. "I know enough." She looked over at the crowd. "My, doesn't our little group just blend right in." She rolled her eyes. "It looks like Mr. White is here, as he should be. Do you have any good ideas to distract him?"
Angel shrugged. "I know enough." She looked over at the crowd. "My, doesn't our little group just blend right in." She rolled her eyes. "It looks like Mr. White is here, as he should be. Do you have any good ideas to distract him?"
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"dont mind if i do." said Tony as he sat down, seemingly out of nowhere.
"dont mind if i do." said Tony as he sat down, seemingly out of nowhere.
i hav gone to find myself. if i get back before i return, let me know.
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"Violence solves everything. If the problem isn't solved, there are still survivors you missed."
in the immortal words of Captin Jack Sparrow ~ "oh bugger."
"people r like machines. it cant hurt to press evrey button at least once."
"Violence solves everything. If the problem isn't solved, there are still survivors you missed."
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Mickey swiped a cocktail glass off of a tray as a waiter passed by.
"Sir..." The man sneered.
"Don' worry, I'm good fer it." Mickey tossed back the drink.
"No, Sir," The waiter continued to sneer, "These are used glasses, the beverage tray will be by shortly.".
"Oh." Mickey paused, then snatched another couple of glasses, "Dat means dese one's are free, den, right?"
The waiter rolled his eyes and walked off with the look of one who has recently held conversation with a rotting fish.
Mickey turned back to the table. "I'm in, chums. Oh - hey Tony... wanna drink? S'on me."
Mickey swiped a cocktail glass off of a tray as a waiter passed by.
"Sir..." The man sneered.
"Don' worry, I'm good fer it." Mickey tossed back the drink.
"No, Sir," The waiter continued to sneer, "These are used glasses, the beverage tray will be by shortly.".
"Oh." Mickey paused, then snatched another couple of glasses, "Dat means dese one's are free, den, right?"
The waiter rolled his eyes and walked off with the look of one who has recently held conversation with a rotting fish.
Mickey turned back to the table. "I'm in, chums. Oh - hey Tony... wanna drink? S'on me."
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returning to the table after buying the promised drink for the bouncer he flopped into his chair
"I smell a game o cards cooking. I just hope someone doesn't mind procuring my little stash back from Mr. chuckles. I gave him most of me money. Whats the game Tom?"
returning to the table after buying the promised drink for the bouncer he flopped into his chair
"I smell a game o cards cooking. I just hope someone doesn't mind procuring my little stash back from Mr. chuckles. I gave him most of me money. Whats the game Tom?"
"Some people play tennis, I erode the human soul."
Tom:
He smiled ruefully. He had REALLY been hoping someone would ask.
"The game, gentlemen, is Dragon Poker. Let me explain the rules..."
Tom went into an animated explaination of the convoluted sport as Mr. White was making himself comfortable by the stage.
Mr. White ordered two drinks, he had a thing for things that came with umbrella's, and one for Lola if she ever decided to answer his invitation he left back stage with flowers for her every night.
He couldn't help but notice the excited looking blonde kid at the table in the corner. Was he even old enough to be in here? Had to be. The boy had some cards in his hands and he looked pleased while the others at the table seemed rough types that happend to be VERY confused at what ever he was saying. What an offbeat mess of humanity sat at that table.
He thought he recognized one of the tough's but let it slide. There was nothing good going on over there.
Mr. White's heart skipped a beat as his eyes fell on his nightingale. Some raven haired beauty was speaking to her, but he only had eyes for Lola. At one point he was almost sure she had caught his eye but he couldn't be positive.
He sighed a little. Maybe he could talk to the dark one and convince her what a powerful man he was, surely she would go and tell Lola of his greatness- after all, he knew how women liked to talk.
He smiled ruefully. He had REALLY been hoping someone would ask.
"The game, gentlemen, is Dragon Poker. Let me explain the rules..."
Tom went into an animated explaination of the convoluted sport as Mr. White was making himself comfortable by the stage.
Mr. White ordered two drinks, he had a thing for things that came with umbrella's, and one for Lola if she ever decided to answer his invitation he left back stage with flowers for her every night.
He couldn't help but notice the excited looking blonde kid at the table in the corner. Was he even old enough to be in here? Had to be. The boy had some cards in his hands and he looked pleased while the others at the table seemed rough types that happend to be VERY confused at what ever he was saying. What an offbeat mess of humanity sat at that table.
He thought he recognized one of the tough's but let it slide. There was nothing good going on over there.
Mr. White's heart skipped a beat as his eyes fell on his nightingale. Some raven haired beauty was speaking to her, but he only had eyes for Lola. At one point he was almost sure she had caught his eye but he couldn't be positive.
He sighed a little. Maybe he could talk to the dark one and convince her what a powerful man he was, surely she would go and tell Lola of his greatness- after all, he knew how women liked to talk.
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"eh, go fish?"
"eh, go fish?"
i hav gone to find myself. if i get back before i return, let me know.
in the immortal words of Captin Jack Sparrow ~ "oh bugger."
"people r like machines. it cant hurt to press evrey button at least once."
"Violence solves everything. If the problem isn't solved, there are still survivors you missed."
in the immortal words of Captin Jack Sparrow ~ "oh bugger."
"people r like machines. it cant hurt to press evrey button at least once."
"Violence solves everything. If the problem isn't solved, there are still survivors you missed."
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Arriving fashionably late, as usual, Kiki had no difficulty spotting the gang. Taking a detour across the first few rows of tables by the stage, she quickly spotted Mr. White, then tried not to look embarrassed as she headed toward the ragged crew. Pulling up a chair, she sat down and smoothed out her dress.
"Don't mind explaining the game again, do ya, Tom? And Mickey... are you aware that those glasses have been drunk from?? Pleeeaase TRY not to embarrass me here!" She scowled at him and crossed her legs, trying to get comfortable.
Arriving fashionably late, as usual, Kiki had no difficulty spotting the gang. Taking a detour across the first few rows of tables by the stage, she quickly spotted Mr. White, then tried not to look embarrassed as she headed toward the ragged crew. Pulling up a chair, she sat down and smoothed out her dress.
"Don't mind explaining the game again, do ya, Tom? And Mickey... are you aware that those glasses have been drunk from?? Pleeeaase TRY not to embarrass me here!" She scowled at him and crossed her legs, trying to get comfortable.
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Lola
Lola discarded several ideas before giving Angel a slight shrug, masked by a flick of her white blonde hair.
"Perhaps you could meander over and tell him that I spoke of him to you, and that I would answer his... requests if only I was not so shy - but that you shouldn't be telling him such things except that you think it would be such a lovely match and you couldn't help yourself..." Lola suppressed a shudder at the thought of being with such a loathesome man as she had ceom to the conclusion that... well, most were. Especially this... 'cleaner'.
"Or you could make yourself available and he may come to speak with you. Whatever you choose to do, it should be simple for you to... introduce other topics of conversation, even if you have to claim it is for my benefit. Asking what he does for a living or some such... I'm sure you've thought of it already, but I would make sure he's distracted at the time... but not too distracted or he'll be annoyed at your... interruptions." Lola forced herself to stop talking, consiously loosening her throat muscles and forcing herself to breathe evenly. She had a bad tendency to babble when she was nervous, and that man made her skin crawl whenever his slimy eyes tended to look her way. Overall, not a convenient situation.
"I suppose I would have to make him... amiable?" Lola cringed inwardly at the thought, before forcing herself to look over to where Mr White sat with his two drinks - the umbrellas did not help him to look... endearing or masculine - and shoved what she calculated to be a warm smile in his direction.
Lola discarded several ideas before giving Angel a slight shrug, masked by a flick of her white blonde hair.
"Perhaps you could meander over and tell him that I spoke of him to you, and that I would answer his... requests if only I was not so shy - but that you shouldn't be telling him such things except that you think it would be such a lovely match and you couldn't help yourself..." Lola suppressed a shudder at the thought of being with such a loathesome man as she had ceom to the conclusion that... well, most were. Especially this... 'cleaner'.
"Or you could make yourself available and he may come to speak with you. Whatever you choose to do, it should be simple for you to... introduce other topics of conversation, even if you have to claim it is for my benefit. Asking what he does for a living or some such... I'm sure you've thought of it already, but I would make sure he's distracted at the time... but not too distracted or he'll be annoyed at your... interruptions." Lola forced herself to stop talking, consiously loosening her throat muscles and forcing herself to breathe evenly. She had a bad tendency to babble when she was nervous, and that man made her skin crawl whenever his slimy eyes tended to look her way. Overall, not a convenient situation.
"I suppose I would have to make him... amiable?" Lola cringed inwardly at the thought, before forcing herself to look over to where Mr White sat with his two drinks - the umbrellas did not help him to look... endearing or masculine - and shoved what she calculated to be a warm smile in his direction.
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He became frighteningly aware that he was standing up. It wasn't that he was so much embarressed but it made him the second most exciting thing at the table. The foremost exciting thing happened to be Kiki.
The Don's daughter was associating herself with this- this- riffraff. Especially that silly blonde baffoon standing up. What was he even wearing!?
Tom slowly moved down into his seat, careful not to slip lest the other guests decide to attack the interloper. He sunk a bit hoping the eyes might wander somewhere else. When the snooty bastiges finally went back to their own goddamn tables Tom turned back to Joseph,
"Maybe we should just stick to poker. My deal. Five card draw until the lady gets back." He tossed a penny on the table and began to shuffle. At the moment he figured on keeping the card tricks to a minimum.
He became frighteningly aware that he was standing up. It wasn't that he was so much embarressed but it made him the second most exciting thing at the table. The foremost exciting thing happened to be Kiki.
The Don's daughter was associating herself with this- this- riffraff. Especially that silly blonde baffoon standing up. What was he even wearing!?
Tom slowly moved down into his seat, careful not to slip lest the other guests decide to attack the interloper. He sunk a bit hoping the eyes might wander somewhere else. When the snooty bastiges finally went back to their own goddamn tables Tom turned back to Joseph,
"Maybe we should just stick to poker. My deal. Five card draw until the lady gets back." He tossed a penny on the table and began to shuffle. At the moment he figured on keeping the card tricks to a minimum.