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Beating The House

Alric Kuhn

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@Vivan Octavia, Red Ravens

He had always liked Pazaak.

Maybe it was because the game had a certain predictability to it, or maybe it was because luck had always been on his side, but Pazaak had always come easy to him. He smiled across the table at man across from him, his gaze shifting slightly as he flipped over another one of his cards to reveal a perfect 20. He shrugged slightly, and then pulled the pot of chips over towards him.

“Better luck next time mate.” The man hunched slightly, but he didn't really care. The House took its cut from his winnings, and he nodded slightly to the dealer droid that was employed by the casino. He always like droids more than human dealers, no need to tip, and easier to slice. Of course today there was no need for that, he and Viv had hit it big back on C-1339, making off the trade station with quite a lump sum of credits.

That was why they were here in the Dragon palace Casino, having a laugh and enjoying themselves.

He rolled his eyes at the thought of Vivian, she had ditched him the first second they had stepped foot inside the casino.

Typical.

With another nod to his opponent Logan stood from the table and pocketed his earnings. Perhaps he would try his hand Sabacc, more skill required in that game, and his brain wouldn't start counting the damn cards.
 

Evelynn

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The Ladies Bathroom, Dragon Palace Casino

There was one problem with the powder room of a nice establishment. Bathroom attendants. How were you supposed to be able to hoover up a quick line of glitter if you had Captain Dry-Your-Hands standing off at the side with an unnervingly polite smile fixed upon their face. I mean, the free spritz of perfume was always grand and a mint? Sure, who doesn't like fresh breath but invasion of privacy reduced our poor Vivian to indulging in other narcotics.

We're poppin' pills in the cubicle. Keepin' it classy, you know? They call me Classmaster Clarissa. Okay that's not at all true but we could make it true if we wanted to.

With a flush of the toilet Vivian Octavia gathered her highly fashionable genuine leather bag and tottered out of the cubicle on her stilt-like high heels. Hey, if they were going to enjoy themselves in one of the galaxy's finest casinos then she was getting dressed to the nines and getting that swag on.

Naturally she had ditched Logan within about five seconds of getting through entrance scanners. Not that she didn't appreciate his company but in the public eye he hardly dazzled. In fact, he tended to dress as if he were the anti-hero in some space western about a rag-tag crew of freedom fighters, She wouldn't have been surprised if he had his eyes on a brown duster coat.

Dry your hands, madam. Spritz spritz. Minty fresh, credit chit tip and back out we go.

Not one to gamble, Vivian was drawn to the purple-strobed hue of the nightclub where she was destined to dance the night away and make ill-spending decisions regarding dubious amounts of tetra-distilled premium spirits for all of her new friends. Not hard to make friends when you've got a pocket full of dosh and a Z-Lister status. But hey, she had the credits now....but....well, you'd be surprised at just how fast these places can get you to burn through them.

This is how debt begins.
 
Jennifer wasn't entirely sure why she was sitting close by the dancing floor in the nightclub this evening. She didn't do spice, never had. And neither did she drink her brains out nor dance. Dancing wasn't really her thing. Perhaps the bright flashing neon lights and eardrum shattering music gave an atmosphere that made you unable to think. Yea, that was probably it. Being able to stop thinking for some time made it easier to cope with all the decisions she had not taken.

She was dressed nicely today actually, of course she still sported one of the many pairs of her black mechnical trousers "with a twist", being of durable material and having various pockets along the waist and legs, being baggy by the top, but form fitting by the lower legs. With that she was wearing a white t-shirt, turned faintly purple by the neon lights in the nightclub, and a, probably too expensive leather jacket accompanied by an open grey hoodie.

Taking a quick sip from the drink she was holding she decided to stand up, casually making her way out of the nightclub, it was late and boring in here anyway. Looking over her shoulder as she exited the main dance floor she didn't notice incoming trafic, bumping hardly into something, no, someone, judging from the exclaim from the person she had stumbled into.

It hadn't really hurt, so the exlaim had probably come because the last bits of her drink had flown out of her hand, the glass shattering onto the floor and liquid hitting both the person she had walked into and herself, staining her white t-shirt. That person being a colorful dressed brunette, (of course not known to Jennifer) named Vivian. She couldn't be more than a year older than Jennifer herself.

"O-Oh fuck! Sorry!" Jennifer said, stumbling slightly over her words from sheer surprise, the melodious accent of hers heard as she talked, her eyes turning towards Vivian: "It's just juice-.. So.. Goes off in wash easily.. Yea?"



[member="Vivian Octavia"] :: [member="Logan Valde"]​
 
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Lysle watched the gambling floor from a thin walkway above on the far southern end of the room. There were thousands of people down there, all handing credits straight into his pockets. Most of the place was rigged so that there was little chance of anyone winning. The irony of his name; Mr. Rigger. He watched a table of Pazaak, as an unidentified man reaped in the rewards of the seeds he sowed. Lysle stood from a comfortable leather chair, walking his way to a circular staircase and wound his way down onto the gambling floor. He felt like giving a quick look around for Jen and her friends that came here to illegally drink; underaged. He allowed it, and if the authorities ever came asking, he would just say that they must of snuck in somehow. However unlikely that may be with a casino this heavily guarded.

He strode across the floor towards Logan. A handsome man. Tall, thin, and rather lanky, not overly muscular but clearly he had done more than his fair share of cardio. His hair was short and unkempt, strikingly blonde with a small goatee decorating his chin. His eyes were stark ice blue and the expression on his face nearly always appeared as though he were up to no good, which coincidentally was usually true. He wore a heavy leather jacket lined with armorweave, a simple shirt underneath and a small portable computer on his wrist. All in all, Logan looked like a completely ordinary young man. Lysle reached him and placed a hand on his shoulder, "A game of Sabaac?" He wanted to see just how far this mans luck stretched. Lysle had nothing to lose; what he lost in a game he would win back in a mere handful of days.


[[Appearance was taken from character profile]]
@Jen @Vivian Octavia [member="Logan Valde"]
 

Alric Kuhn

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[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

Logan almost punched the man who touched his shoulder. Not out of any aggressive response, but because it triggered something deep in the back of his criminal sense that he had done something wrong and he needed to run away. When the man simply asked for a game of Sabacc however Logans entire body seemed to unclench, as if the universe had just come crashing down and resettled nicely with everything orderly and in place.

“Uuuh, Yeah, sure.” He said finally, slipping from beneath the mans hand and looking for the nearest Sabacc table.

His keen eyes quickly found one, operated by a young Twi'lek dealer and her computer. Logan looked over at the man, and nodded over towards the table which had only one other occupant. He moved towards it, and sat down on a fairly comfortable bar stool.

Rapping his knuckles against the table, Logan waited for the dealer.
 
Lysle stalked behind him as he moved towards the nearest Sabaac table, manned by a lovely assistant Twi'lek and her computer. There was another gentleman there of a species he didn't recognise. That wasn't such a bad thing, with twenty-million sentient species roaming this galaxy, it was no surprise he didn't recognise this creature. He took a seat opposite to Logan, and called into his earpiece, "Isaac, come the gaming floor. Play some Saabac with my friend and I."

The Twi'lek began to deal out cards. Playing traditionally, each player was given two cards facing down. Lysle indicated with forefinger to place two cards to the seat neither next to Lysle nor Logan, but in-between, a reservation for Isaac to join when he came downstairs if he so chose too. When the cards were dealt, Lysle scooped his cards closer and kept them face-down on the table. He motioned for Logan to begin the Betting Phase, as he was seated left of the dealer.

[member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Logan Valde"]
 
((Shall we resurrect this thread? Or does it not fall in anyones interest anymore? :) ))​
[member="Vivian Octavia"] :: [member="Logan Valde"] :: [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]​
 

Evelynn

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OOC: My bad, I got scrambled.

There was the bump.

Not the first time that it had happened, what could she say? It was the curse of being such a magnetic vixen, people were attracted to her, both mentally and physically. Vivian couldn't blame them, she was a glorious sight of bright colours and flawless beauty. Feel free to worship, or adore. I don't mind.

The spillage was unfortunate, but little did they know that her colourful garments were not actually designer but rather high street. Cheap. Not that she'd admit it out loud. If anybody asks, these are genuine labels.

For a moment her eyes narrowed, staring down the other woman as if she was sizing her up, which she likely was doing. Looked more like a raver than a clubber and yes, there is quite a difference between the two. After a moment of catty staring, Vivian's features softened and she finally offered the apologising girl a wicked smirk.

Ring encrusted fingers reached out to grab the other woman's hand. That was it, they were friends now, or as friendly as girls could be on the dance floor. “Looks like you need a new drink,” she stated, pearly whites bared in an almost threatening manner, “come on, I'm buying.”

With that she stormed to the bar, with or without her new accessory friend.

[member="Logan Valde"], [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"], [member="Jen"]
 
Being around the Red Ravens definitely made you tougher in a lot of ways, but being shaken out of your daydreams and met by a glare only comparable to-... Jennifer was stunned, looking wide eyed back at Vivian. She hadn't been met by such eyes since she had been on that stupid, stupid boarding school. The girls there hadn't really been the nicest of people to her, so naturally she was only that much more shaken when Vivian suddenly seemed to soften up and extend a ring covered hand to grab the hand of her own. “Looks like you need a new drink, come on, I'm buying.” Expecting to be able to answer or deny the gesture, Jennifer opened her mouth to explain herself, trying to give a kind smile.

"Ermm.. I was actually on my wa-" She was cut off and surprised she was dragged along towards the bar, back into the hectic masses of people and seizuring enducing multicolored lights. It was hard following up at first, but not really having a say in where you were going was a plus, she had to follow or otherwise har arm would probably get ripped off. Or at least it felt like that.

The pair came to a halt as they arrived at the bar, she was still shaken by the experience it seemed and with her free hand she adjusted her jacket a bit, who was this person buying her drink again? She guessed, that only time would tell.

"I-.. I really don't need a drink actually.." She tried to say again: "I was on my way out."


[member="Vivian Octavia"]​
 

Jan VonFowl

Part-Time Party Crasher
Back at the Dragon. Not that I minded. The few times I'd been here had been pretty fun. This time, I was just here to slouch about. Maybe play a little bit of sabacc, eat something yummy, and just have some fun. I walked in, and went up to the bar, deciding that I needed something to drink. Preferably of the caffeinated variety. I heard a familiar voice, and I cocked my head. Of course it was Jen. Always, whenever I wanted a milkshake, Jen was here. On one hand, I was happy to see her, but on the other hand... I didn't even know.

I turned on my heel, almost crashing into a woman, who seemed to be pulling Jen by the arm. I raised an eyebrow at the pair, and leaned on the stool behind me. The woman was covered in pink face paint, but Jen looked normal.

"So, is this some kind of cultist bar rite, or am I allowed to join in?"

[member="Jen"] [member="Vivian Octavia"]
 
Isaac was well into a book when he received a call from Lysle encouraging him to come down for a game of Sabacc. "I guess I'll finish that some other time" he said as he set the tablet down at his desk. He straightened himself up and headed out to the private game floor.

He saw the familiar outline of Lysle seated with a stranger at a table, with a seat open. He gave his boss a jovial pat on the back as he fell into his chair. "Good evening gents... what have we here, a bit of the old Sabacc?" He turned to the new face. "I'm afraid we haven't been acquainted. The names Isaac" he said, holding out his hand.

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]
[member="Logan Valde"]
 

Alric Kuhn

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[member="Isaac Ideus"] [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

(Didn't see Isaac had posted!)

His eyes darted up suddenly as he saw the man approach.

He was still rather jumpy around shady Casino types. Oh he had never cheated, or never been caught cheating rather, but there was something about the criminal underground that made him jumpy. Maybe it was because Logan and Vivian were still technically on the run from both the Black Suns and the Hutt Cartel, or maybe it was because he simply had an aversion to having his legs broken, but Logan was still quite a bit jumpy.

“Uuhh...Logan.” The Slicer said quietly, then repeated himself more loudly. “Logan Valde.”

Now more confident Logan shifted to the first man. “Right, lets play some Sabacc shall we?”

Logan began to draw the cards form the deck. He liked Sabacc, always had. It had a bit more strategy a bit more thought behind it. Logan liked it that way, he liked a challenge.
 
It was odd how Jan always managed to find her at the strangest of times. Or perhaps it was just so that he camped all bars and cantina's around the galaxy. The last one Jennifer doubted however and it was probably just coincidence more than anything else. However hearing the familiar voice made Jennifer turn her gaze to face it. Offering him an unsure smile as he was spotted, trying to answer his question while still being held, nervous almost as she spoke: "Ermm.. I was actually on my way upstairs- So-.."

The music continued to boom around in the nightclub and the atmosphere was intense as always and Jennifer wasn't really sure what she was about to get dragged into. Vivian for one seemed to be very determined to buy her a drink. Whatever that entailed.


[member="Jan VonFowl"] :: [member="Vivian Octavia"]​
 
A young dark-haired man entered the casino and scanned the crowded room, looking for a place to sit back, relax, and- hopefully- make some quick money.

Only a couple of hours ago, Myrlyn Stormstarr had arrived on Antecedent, knowing that there was no way he could get off of the planet anytime soon. His family had lost a majority of their money a month ago because of security issues with their bank. And he had spent a majority of what he saved on a ticket from Coruscant to Antecedent.

He spotted a sabacc table, where three beings- two of them Human and one of them of a species he didn't recognize- were busy playing a game. He pondered on whether or not to join in. On one hand, he could be lucky and make some quick money to send back to his family. On the other hand, though, he could be unlucky and lose the remainder of his already meager amount.

He looked at the amount of credits he had left and saw the number 75. He shrugged and decided to join the sabacc players, trying to stay optimistic about his chances.

He walked over to the sabacc table with what he hoped was a friendly smile. "Hello, gentlemen," he said. "Room for one more?"

@[member="Logan Valde"], @[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"], @[member="Isaac Ideus"]
 

Jan VonFowl

Part-Time Party Crasher
I looked mock-pleadingly at Jen, sipping my milkshake a bit more.

"Oh, don't leave me all alone... I can't play with that bunch. They'd squeeze me dry."

I grinned, and put my drink down.

"At least, with you here, I have somebody to talk to."

I glanced at the pink-painted lady, and raised an eyebrow at Jen, smirking.

"And your new friend doesn't seem to want to let you go."

[member="Jen"] [member="Vivian Octavia"]
 

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