Martingale (Open to all! Casino RP)

[Frank "Begs" Jusik]

Nar Shaddaa
Corellian District

The ground floor of the Rift Hotel and Casino was buzzing with activity as patrons and staff ran about, in different states of urgency. As such was often the case in establishment s where large amounts of credits changed hands quickly. Entire lives enhanced or ruined on the spin of a wheel, turn of a card.

Jathin loved it.

After years of working as an enforcer and hitman for others he was finally on his own using his own creds. Years of saving and being someone's instrument. Sure he paid a kickback to the Ravens for operating on their turf, but he wasn't taking orders the way he'd done when he ran with the Suns. He often wondered what'd become of some of his old associates. Jathin had left when their business slowed to the point where there almost wasn't money in it. Along with half of the frackin organization it seemed. The majority of the muscle was local, along with most of the staff, save for a few floor managers who had the same ominous tattoo as Jathin.

The Rift was the type of place where cheats ended up disappearing into some alleyway, never to be seen or heard from again. Nar Shaddaa being what it was, the authorities always turned a blind eye. Though if you wanted to drink, gamble, or just enjoy some general debauchery (providing you followed a few simple rules and courtesies) there was no better place.

Jathin walked into the casino and took a large breath as he eyed his little kingdom with a happy grin. His suit hid a large slugthrower underneath his shoulder. He lit a cigarette and made his way through the tables, greeting regulars and speaking to the staff in whispers.

 

[Sitara Qin]

The fast life, that's what this was. She had cards in her hand and a grin on her face. People chose their trade of gambling and her's was Pazaak. On the small table beside her was her poison of choice, spiced liquor, and in front of her was her deck of cards. She was a decent player, considered good by some even; and tonight, the little brunette was on a role. She had already scoured a few free drinks by flirting with a couple of men in the casino and she had already won a few credits by dealing a few good hands.

This was definitely the life. It was also the kind of fun her father had introduced her to. It was an addicting lifestyle; once you've won you're dragged into the allure of the game. Once you've lost, you're determined to win your dignity back, and with every shot of alcohol she took she felt life happily tumbling by her. She was barely legal, maybe even too young to be at a place like this depending on who was judging, but no one had questioned her yet. She wouldn't be surprised if she stumbled into her father here, it was his kind of jive him being a filthy rich drug trader after all.

She smoothened out the folds of the white cocktail dress she was wearing. The Rift Hotel was a fun place filled with decent people and she needed to fit in yet stand out all at the same time. After winning another round of pazaak, she collected her credits and headed over to the bar to grab another drink. It was there that she noticed Jathin Fallin , the kind of person who looked important. Perhaps he was some sort of manager, or better yet, he could be another casino owner like the friend she had just made during the Ball of Bastion. Rich people were fun and they certainly knew how to have a good time. Sitara grinned and licked her lips.

She crossed her legs and bit her lips. She just needed to know when to strike.

|[member="Jathin Fallin"]|

 

[Frank "Begs" Jusik]

Jathin scanned the room as he felt at least one pair of eyeballs burning into his skull. Pretending to pay attention to the older humanoid telling a horrible joke. It was an instinct, developed from years of living under the specter of death, and preying upon others in a similar fashion. He felt his senses heighten. His eyes settled on a young woman with a piercing gaze who was looking at him dangerously, but not with murderous intent. Jathin relaxed slightly, allowing the spike of adrenaline to taper off. Probably working an angle. Someone who was certainly more interesting to talk to than the alien in front of him.

Jathin excused himself from the conversation and moved over to where [member="Sitara Qin"] had seated herself.

"You've got a wandering eye." Jathin said as he waved the bartender over, who brought him and Qin a drink in silence. "You anyone's friend? Daughter?"

 

[Taenya]

Location: Main Bar​

Attitude: Fierce​

Attire: Fabulous​

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Taenya would not be wearing her usual attire, instead of bright white medical clothes wrapping her body there was a tight fitting aqua dress that would show her figure quite well. The young sephi would bit sitting at the bar, having a soft conversation with the bartender and beautifully manicured nails running along the table as she carefully lifts the martini, pressing soft lips against the glass and sipping, placing it down and stifling a giggle as the bartender cracked a joke.

"Oh, stop! That's too much."

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[member="Jathin Fallin "] | [member="Sitara Qin"]​

 

[Sitara Qin]

And as though she summoned him herself, the man had walked over to her. She bit her lip, almost pleased with herself. Men, she figured, were predictable. However, there was an allure to the game of cat and mouse. And although she did love the chase, she definitely wasn’t the type of girl who stayed tied down. He bought her a drink, one she had anticipated and happily accepted. It wasn’t only social protocol; and although not many women agreed with it, she still believed that her company did not come cheap.

“I'm sorry, I tend to get distracted by handsome men in elegant attires.” She nodded. She certainly knew how to find them. Her father brought home some very important people after all, and she was a force user who had just been invited to one of the biggest Sith balls in the century. She loved surrounding herself with interesting company; and since this lovely man in a suit walked over, she assumed he did as well.

“No, but I could be your friend.” She batted her eyes at him. She was somebody’s daughter all right, but unless he had something to do with the world of crime and drugs, he probably wouldn’t recognize her father. He was notorious, and she was working on making a name for herself instead of banking off of his infamy. Her gaze had momentarily shifted, distracted by a brunette in a tight aqua dress flirting with the bartender. Sitara rolled her eyes before extending her freshly manicured hand towards the handsome stranger.“Sitara Qin.” She said.

|[member="Taenya"] |[member="Jathin Fallin "]|

 

[Frank "Begs" Jusik]

She took attention well, and carried herself like a pro. It amused him slightly, causing him to grin while she spoke. He brushed off the flirting, it was all part of the game. Then came the name.

That explained it. Of course she'd pick out someone like Jathin in a crowd, she probably would've noticed him even if he hadn't been working the room. He'd met her father during his Sun days in passing, when he was enforcing. Children tended to recognize folk similar to their parents. A Raven behind him spoke with the bartender. Jathin took little heed, the Ravens were regulars.

"Jathin Fallin." He replied, reaching for [member="Sitara Qin"] 's outstretched hand. "What brings you to this upstanding establishment tonight?"

The real question, underneath the layer of politeness, was "What do you want?" Jathin assumed that given her background and actions she would understand.

 

[Sitara Qin]

Was that hostility she sensed? Sitara smiled, brushing it off politely. Maybe this man did know daddy dearest; after all, Qin was just a last name until someone had put meaning into it. She folded her arms across her lap, the drink he had bought her left untouched on the counter. He was interesting though he probably thought she was here to instil chaos into his realm. There was nothing of that sort in her agenda, of course. However, if he did want to paint the town red with her, she didn't mind at all.

"Nothing at all." And it was true. Nothing had brought her here and there was nothing that she wanted. Despite the coy gleam that sparkled in her hazy blue eyes, she had no hidden agenda. "The night was young and since I was in the area, I decided to explore. Decided to try my luck at pazaak and low and behold, I'm now a couple credits richer." She mentioned. She had won a couple hundreds tonight and maybe, she'd win more. However, money never motivated her to do anything. It was the thrill of venturing into deep waters that made her chase after dark, mysterious men. He was speaking to her politely, but she knew where this was going. Her father brought people like him home all the time, and maybe that was what drew her to him. He was familiar.

She stared him in the eyes...or rather, eye. There was something odd about his other eye, it didn't seem particularly in tact. In fact, if she knocked on it it probably wouldn't even be real. Sitara blinked. She had the tendency to get distracted fairly easily. "Shall I assume that the credit for this wonderful place goes to you, Mr. Fallin?" She asked sweetly, batting her eyes as though she was the most innocent lamb in the entire galaxy. There were several ways she saw this conversation going and she definitely did not want to pull out her saber tonight.

|[member="Jathin Fallin "]|

 

[Frank "Begs" Jusik]

Jathin relaxed a bit as [member="Sitara Qin"] spoke. From what he could tell she didn't seem to be deceiving him, at least on her intentions behind visiting his little slice of heaven. That was grand news. Last thing he needed was some annoying issue with a Spice Lord or their Ilk. He noticed her focus on his false eye for a moment, lingering slightly longer than on the other. "Yes it's false." He said with a chuckle. Jathin was used to such looks.

"You'd be correct Miss. Built up from nothing and whatnot, that same old tale." He took a drink. "What is it that you do, besides spotting money in casinos?" Jathin asked in a playful manner.

The man's demeanor had changed almost completely from mere seconds ago. From edging on hostility to a casual relaxed tone. One of those habits he'd picked up while guarding exchanges, whose own tones could change in the blink of an eye if someone misspoke, or otherwise became offended with the terms.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Though she'd not interacted with him much personally, Chiasa liked [member="Jathin Fallin"]. Many Ravens took their pay, their cut and immediately went out and bought drugs, or women, or guns or booze. All of which was ridiculous since the majority of those could be had for free through their Raven connections. But they were immediate creatures. Perhaps it came from knowing they could die at any moment. A criminals life was not particularly long as a general rule.

Jathin had saved his and built something.

He even paid the kickback. He knew how things worked, and he just.. complied. She appreciated it, though she'd not have asked. Hers did not have to pay her. Even if he was largely retired, for the services he had and did on occassion still provide, he was thought of as one of hers.

So she'd been curious. Curious about the establishment he built. She'd decided to see it for ehrself. It was not so far from the Golden Nautolan, she'd had Henbeddestr fly her over in one of the company speeders, given him enough credits to entertain himself with struct instructions not to drink enough that it would impair him. She suspected he would still be flying the return journey.

Dressed to the nines as usual, the Twi'lek made her way in. With Hen there, Nar Shaddaa being under Raven control, and this establishment owned by one, she felt secure enough that she was without guards.

 

[Taenya]

Upon finishing her drink, Taenya would leave the bar with a light kiss on the bartenders cheek and make her way around the casino, the young doctor would almost seem like a different person if it wasn't for her ears betraying the idea of a brand new sephi. Her eyes seemed to shine in delight as she looked around and locked eyes onto [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] and gave out a light shriek of excitement, quickly making her way towards the twi'lek, her boss.

"Ah! How lovely is this place? I haven't been able to get out of my work clothes in a long time!"

The young sephi's excitement was very clear in her voice, it could easily be assumed that this night-life scene was very odd to her but was trying to jump into it and enjoy herself, clearly by the way she was dressed and the way she was already conducting herself, Taenya wanted to show herself about and be noticed.

 

[Sitara Qin]

Her cheeks reddened as he caught her staring at his eye. She looked away, mentally slapping herself for always getting so distracted. She was so easily fascinated with the world that things often caught her attention. She moved her hair to the side, her locks cascading over her bare shoulders. “Forgive me for staring, Mr. Fallin. I find your eyes to be very interesting.” She said, smiling sweetly to save face. It was true, it did interest her. Although it probably didn’t help his vision it was probably good for other things; like faking heterochromia or scaring little children. Either option would bring tremendous joy to her.

“Well, I do enjoy talking to fascinating people.” She winked, mimicking him by taking a sip out of her drink. “I enjoy travelling. Seeing what life has to offer, you know?” He seemed to relax a little, a little more comfortable with her being here now. Maybe he and her father had beef in the past, she wondered. Although they often interacted, people of those circles didn’t find it funny when you showed up at their turf unannounced. Sitara could probably relax as well, he probably wouldn’t send someone out here to assassinate her.

From her peripheral vision, a beautiful twi’lek had walked in, only to be greeted by the short-haired brunette who sat with them. Sitara was unaware of just what faction owned the place, and whether or not it was dangerous for someone who didn’t belong to be here. She had money in her pocket and a lightsaber in her purse; though she wasn’t very worried tonight. She batted her eyes at [member="Jathin Fallin "].

“But I’m sure that’s nothing compared to what you do,” She said, lightly touching his shoulder with her svelte fingers. “I hear casino life is very interesting.”

 

[Frank "Begs" Jusik]

Jathin nodded to [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] before returning his attention to [member="Sitara Qin"]. He'd liked the newer president's style thus far and he could say without a doubt the transition of power from the former was one of the least bloody he'd witnessed. In this line of work power changing hands was usually synonymous with death.

"Well the one you were looking at is false. Hasn't been around for a long while, don't worry about it. You're not the first to have noticed" He said with a chuckle.

"It can be on occasion. There's a good bit of excitement from time to time."

Jathin gave her a bit of an admiring look as she touched his arm. She was good at her craft, making others feel special.

It gave him an idea.

"In all your traveling do you find time for work Sitara?"

 

[Sitara Qin]

His head had inclined and his vision momentarily shifted to the twi’lek who just entered the scene. For a split second, Tara turned to look at her as well. Her eyes narrowed, it was possible that they were closely acquainted. However, she did see him talk entertain the other guests here. She sucked in her cheek. It was probably hard running a casino. You’d have to know the right people and you’d have to be friendly. Although Tara did want to acquire connections, she wasn’t that desprate.

However, despite the twi’lek woman’s voluptuous figure and the attractive sephi who greeted her, Jathin’s attention was fixated on her’s. She shifted in her seat, pleased with herself. And still, the answers he had given her were vague and typical. Sitara only nodded. After all, one didn’t reveal everything the knew; especially not to a total stranger.

His eyes hinted approval. She raised an eyebrow. Just what was he suggesting? “Well, the opportunity never really presented itself.” She told him, her fingers still lingering on his arm. “Why do you ask?”

|[member="Jathin Fallin "]|

 

[Jarven Zexxel]

Jarven sat in a secluded booth with his back to the wall on the second floor. His eyes were red from crying, his drink was empty and he had plenty of empty bottles lying around...but he couldn't get drunk. It was as though nature wanted to play a cruel joke on him. Make his life even more of a living hell. He dragged himself out of the booth and started walking. He tripped and stumbled, falling over and making a loud noise as he grasped onto the railing that kept you from falling onto the first floor of the casino. It made quite the loud noise and almost everyone could hear it.

He kept walking, more sure footed this time. He didn't know where he was going...until he saw the "Roof Stairwell" sign across the room. He slowly walked over to the door, opened it, and left it open as he started to slowly ascend the stairs. Once he got to the top, he shoved the door open. He left this door open as well. He could feel the breeze on his skin and...it was nice. He walked over to the edge and surveyed the city. He wasn't REALLY seeing it though. He was so lost in thought and anguish that he wasn't aware of much of anything.

Finally, it became too much. Clenching all of the muscles in his body, he screamed at the city. His scream was filled with anger, anguish, sadness, hatred, and loss. As it petered out, he braced himself on the ledge and started crying once more.


[member="Sitara Qin"] [member="Taenya"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Chiasa smiled indulgently at the enthusiastic young Doctor [member="Taenya"]. While such behavior was sometimes tiring, with how grim the Ravens had been of late a little revelry was much needed.

"It is nice, Jathin did well here. And yes, it is good to find time to be off the clock."

She agreed. Not that she usually was. A fact only reinforced when [member="Jarven Zexxel"] nearly took a header from the second floor. That was not usual in the least. And to her practiced eye it didn't look like drunk stumbling, it looked like shock. Honestly she was rather surprised to see him. She'd assumed that when his wife had her mental episode and jumped ship that he'd gone with her. And yet.. here he was. This likely required dealing with.

I need an HR person..

"Pardon me a moment."

She said, smiling apologetically to the young Sephi before turning to go after the Gank. She stepped through the rooftop door at the same moment Jarven let loose his scream. Well. That was something all right. There were altogether too many emotions happening up here and quite frankly the Twi'lek did not know what to do about them but since there was no one else..

"Jarven.."

Gently she steered him away from the ledge. She couldn't make him move if he didn't want to, but she'd make an effort all the same.

 

[Breanna Volsh]

Bree came into the casino with Tia on one side and Zara on the other, the Zeltron females where here to enjoy a night of gambling. It might not be a well-known fact that zeltrons liked competition, and gambling was near the top when competing was mentioned. Bree was dressed in the most comfortable flowing gauze gown the showed her form but revealed nothing.

Tia immediately nodded and went off in search of a game that would push her limits and bring about perhaps a customer or two to her rooms at the Palace.

Zara on the other hand was ready to put what credits she had into a slot machine that was clearly designed for pink zeltrons. It was covered in pink lights and sparkles from tip to tip. Drawn to it Zara disappeared.

Bree now on the other hand, she was watching the help. Were they there of their own free will, or were they fitted with something meant to keep them from crossing over any border of the building.

She exhaled, and then smiled, she needed a drink she headed off into the bar. "I'll have a flameout please" She waited for her order looking around was anyone there that she knew, or had encountered. A quick glance said no, then her drink arrived.

Was she ready for it, it would burn her tongue and freeze her throat...and then she'd feel buzzed but not drunk. Maybe then Zara would lay off her.