Blood In The Water

[stakes_and_daggers]

The Shark Tank... Usually, just a casino, but flyers had been posted and handed out, all over Vegas, indicating that, for this night, gambling would be optional. That there would be a party for Hallowe'en and a themed costume contest to match. Good for publicity and, not to mention, the bar - especially with no entrance fee!

Downstairs was the gambling section. Upstairs being where the main party was being held. Only the two floors existed and it made for a nice, self-contained atmosphere.

No actual vampires or other denizens of the night, of course. At least, for the most part. They tended to find nights like this a little offensive.

Something else which would be changing later...

[OOC: Open to everyone! Make yourselves at home and things will take a change for the violent in a little while. :)]

Comments

Re: Lucas and Open

[birthright_npc]

He leaned against the bar and nodded in time to the music, looking over his shoulder at the barmaid. "Just the track I don't want to be up there for!" he laughed, "just because I dress like him doesn't mean I can dance like him!" he added, self-deprecating smile on his face. Plus he needed a bit of a rest, he'd been up there almost all night, and while the leather was comfortable, it did get bloody hot on the dance floor.

Re: Lucas and Open

[wolfs_daughter]

Echo was strongly tempted to let just the tiniest bit of the Wolf show in her eyes, just to run this presumptuous asshole off, but he was probably harmless. She knew she tended to take things too seriously. Her fresh beer was room temperature, just the way it was supposed to be.

"When does the costume contest start?" she asked the bartender. These boots were going to have her pigeon-toed before the night was over, but she liked the way the spurs jingled. She wondered if they'd take pictures of the winner. "I'd hate to have to be the judge that needs to choose one Princess Leia over another."

Re: Lucas and Open

[rhiannon_lee]

She smiled at the guy’s answer. “You just need to master one of his moves and toss it in sporadically,” she said. “Spin in a circle and grab your crotch or something.”

As for the contest question, Rhiannon had no idea, so she made something up. “Eleven.” It sounded reasonable to her. In her whirlwind of an employee training, it hadn’t come up. She opened a fresh jar of maraschino cherries to provide one for another bartender’s whisky sour. Then she turned and poured herself a glass of ice water, which she prayed would somehow trans-mutate into vodka on its way down her esophagus.

As she turned back to the counter, Rhiannon wondered where the evening might find Cian. It was a full moon, so she suspected he was out running rather than hosting a flock of trick-or-treaters at his front door. Possibly even running just to avoid a flock of trick-or-treaters.