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[Completed]a bunch of greased up dudes; they're all slippin and slidin around it's good times, really
Topic Started: Oct 3 2017, 05:25 PM (592 Views)
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As expected, the intrusive stranger backed off shortly after Muerte's performance. Feeling quite pleased with himself, he leaned back in his seat and was glad to see he hadn't missed the beginning of the race in the interaction. He wondered if maybe he should get something to drink. It'd probably be a good idea to get some actual water in his system. He had been drinking rather heavily. He looked over his surroundings briefly when he noticed the worm seemed to be up to something else. He was chatting up the fool. And pointing at him. The clown seemed nervous, and was leaning over the plexiglass railing calling for someone.

"Damn it Pete, we need to get started, what do you want?" Said a bulky man wearing sunglasses and a black suit.

"This fella here is telling me that giant over there threatened to take it out on me if I don't win the race!" The clown whimpered.

The security guard laughed, "So win the race knucklehead. Consider it motivation."

"I'm serious Wallace! Look at the guy! He ain't human!" Pete responded. His legs momentarily gave way, slipping in the grease and he took a second to readjust himself.

"What do ya want me to do about it? He's a payin' customer. Just stay backstage for the rest of the night if you're so scared," Wallace grumbled, clearly unfazed by Peter's pleas.

"I'm beggin ya Wally, take it out of my check if you have to. Please just get rid of the guy for me." Pete clasped his hands together, shaking.

The security guard sighed and looked over at the Mammoth in the white tux sitting 50 feet away from him. He looked back at Pete, now nearly in tears and weighed his odds, considering what would be the quickest way to get the next race started on time. He raised his left hand up to his ear and spoke into his earpiece. Moments later three almost identical looking men appeared from behind him and the four of them approached Muerte.

"That snivelling rat. Who does he think he's messing with?" Muerte thought as he watched the events transpire.

"Sir, we're going to have to ask you to leave," said Wallace begrudgingly.

"Leave? Is something the matter?"

"We've received some complaints about your behavior."

"Complaints? What sort of complaints?" Muerte responded, doing his best to sound taken aback.

"We aren't at liberty to disclose such information. Please, just leave quietly now and you won't be barred from the Casino. We'll even give you some chips on the house and you can take your entertainment out to the gaming area." Wallace droned on. The three behind him did their best to look tough.

Muerte stood up slowly. His true enormousness much more apparent from this position. He only had moments to think. Should he risk it? Surely he'd be able to fell the four in front of him easily. In the turmoil maybe he'd be able to catch up to the weasel who made the poor choice to antagonize him and show him what true pain was. Would he be able to escape unharmed afterwards? Would he be able to torment the rodent to his satisfaction in the time he had? Or would it be best to call it quits now, track his prey down later and really enjoy himself? The suits in front of him shifted awkwardly in place, doing their best not to let the anxiety show on their faces.

"His punishment won't be nearly severe enough if it comes now. I must be patient. Let him believe he's won for now," Muerte concluded. He raised his hands up in submission and let the guards escort him to the gaming room.

"Thank you for being understanding sir," said Wallace. "Marco here will take you over to the cage and the cashier will provide you with your complimentary chips," he let out a relieved sigh and headed back to the alternative gaming section to make sure the race went underway.

The pair headed over to the casino cage and Marco knocked on the gilded bars separating them and the cashier. A cheerful old woman quickly made her presence known. She was wearing a pin striped polo shirt and white slacks and pair of black reading glasses.

"What can I do for ya fellas?" She chirped, wearing a grand smile on her face.

"Hey Barb, give this guy the deluxe package," said Marco.

"Caaaaaaan do!" she said, bursting the till open and eagerly withdrawing a golden paper container filled with casino tokens. It had four rows of chips valued at different amounts. "Can I get ya anything else?"

"That'll be it, thanks," Marco shot Muerte a disgruntled look before heading back the way his superior went.

"I didn't come here to play cards," Muerte reflected, looking down at the carefully composed pack before him. He swiped the gift before heading off to the bar/dining area. He figured he might as well get something to eat to pass the time while he waited for the rodent to reveal himself.
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Gladly putting his most malicious and taunting smile on display while looking from a cautious distance at Muerte who was asked to leave, Lejinoss snaped his fingers and pointed the beast in tuxedo, winking at him. It was his way of showing him he didn't need tu be brutal to be a pain in someone's ass. After all, parasites were known for being annoying in a painful and vicious way.
Despite his "victory", Leji didn't felt satisfied and bit on his thumb nail when the mamoth left his sight.

- Well, that's a disappointment. he complained with his pernicious voice.

Judging a book by its cover, the shrewish thief expected some turmoil. A monstrous man as Muerte could have been some serious trouble for the Kitty Kat's security team, at least serious enough to attract anyone's attention while Leji could benefit from it as long as no one would have been able to focus on his greedy hands.
There wasn't even a screan or at least a broken nose. Muerte remaining calm was unfortunate. Him not ending dead or in a cell could be a problem for the pencil moustached thief since it meant he could come back at him anytime now.

Taibug put his hands back in his pockets, shrugged, and kept acting as if he didn't care.

- If you can't beat them.... He stopped, something crafty occuring in his mind.

Leji kept standing where he was during almost a minute, slightly vaulted, and he smiled when he got a new idea. He smiled so much he couldn't help smirking alone like some kind of lunatic. Now, he knew how to save his own skin if he were to come across Muerte in the casino.

- Who'd need muscles with a brain like mine hu hu.

Not worrying that much anymore, he went to the bar. Scheming around could make a dishonest man thirsty. With the tip of his hands, he tapped on the counter as if he was emulating some music percussions in order to attract the bartender.
His fresh beer served, vaulted on the counter, starring around like the curious animal he was, his eyes stopped on his close neighbor he just noticed and scanned him from his high heels to the top of his long ears.

- S~o... You're a rabbit huh ?

He sipped his drink while wondering if he was talking to a man or a woman, not knowing if he could hit on that or not.

- Shall I call you miss rabbit ? Misses rabbit ? Mister rabbit ? Lord rabbit ? I'm not used to your kind.



Edited by Lejinoss Taibug, Nov 8 2017, 11:11 AM.
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Jacob turned with vague interest as security closed on the gigantic man. He wondered if Muerte were a mayjuu like himself - he'd never seen a human that large before. Yet humans kept surprising him, and it was possible that the man was just a very, very big human. He swirled his drink around in his lowball glass as he watched, glancing at the other people around the little show. This might be something that would serve as the distraction he needed!

But, no. While some of the other people were watching the little drama, not everyone was paying attention. That included other members of security. That wouldn't do at all. Oh well. He'd have to wait for something better...

"Hmm?"

Someone had spoken to him! The bunny blinks and turns, looking up at the man with the thin moustache. Not the most charismatic of introductions, but...he'd certainly heard worse.

"That's right," he said, curiously regarding the man as he took another sip of his drink. "I'm a rabbit-blooded Mayjuu. I'm not surprised you don't know of us." He brushed a strand of hair out of his eyes, then smiled at the man and his hesitant fumbling. "You don't need anything so formal,
you know. You can just call me Jacob."


He looked away from Lejinoss for a moment, down at the track again. He would have to wait for the next race for a proper distraction. He sipped his drink thoughtfully, his other hand behind his back, holding his slender purse against his thigh. Then, he glanced back up at the man again. "Was there something you wanted?"
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With a glazed expression, Muerte played with the ice in his glass as he waited for his steak to arrive. His trip was proving to be a disaster so far. He got thrown out of the racetrack before he even got to see the outcome of the race he betted on, and he'd done nothing to deserve it. All because of that imbecile. Muerte was used to being singled out. Challenged by overzealous drunkards looking to prove themselves or insecure fools trying to feel better by taking him down a peg. Usually it wouldn't bother him. Once he'd given them a good scare they'd tend to back down or if they were especially clueless he'd be able to take his frustration out on them. But this Casino was a special place. The activities that were available spoke to his wicked sensibilities. It wasn't worth it to risk being banned from such an establishment. Not until he had his satisfaction.

The waitress arrived, placing his plate in front of him. The beautifully seared meat looked breathtaking, the crisp plump fat hugging the perimeter, the indulgent seasoned butter melting in the center, topped pleasantly with a delicate sprig of parsley. Before he dug into the main attraction of his meal he decided as he usually did to wet his appetite with the side dish, a generous serving of thick steak fries fried flawlessly with the perfect ratio that provided a satisfying crunch, yet just soft enough to melt in the mouth. His meal was a welcome distraction from the frustration he suffered today.

His food had exceeded his expectations. Feeling rejuvenated, he decided he might as well take his chances with one of the more tame attractions. The night was still young. Maybe he'd find some entertainment yet. He could always just get incredibly intoxicated. That ought to help ease the transition. He only needed to kill a few hours before he could reasonably call it a night and come back the next day. Surely if he kept to himself they'd have no reason to throw him out two nights in a row. Maybe he'd even catch the rodent responsible for his current state of affairs after some gaming and enact his justice somewhere out of sight. That would certainly redeem the ordeal.

Card games were certainly off the table. While he might consider mastering the sport at some point, he had no time for that tonight. And he knew from experience that going in blindly would only serve to increase his frustration. A sudden bellowing from across the room brought his attention to a roulette table. A short man with thick voluptuous black hair and a moustache was grinning ear to ear, throwing his hands up with glee as a mountain of chips was placed before him. Roulette would serve his needs. He'd played it before and though it wasn't incredibly gripping, surely he'd be able to squeeze some enjoyment out of it. It seemed the outburst gripped the attention of a few others in the area as well.

Muerte sat down at the table and took the packet of chips out from the inside of his jacket. Opening it for the first time, it seemed they'd been quite generous indeed. The Kitty Kat certainly had funds to share. He chips totalled 500,000 jenni in total. Of course, it was very likely he'd lose it all within the hour. As a server walked by carrying some drinks, Muerte raised his hand and ordered a bottle of spiced rum. Muerte decided to start off with a modest bet, the minimum required of 2,500 on black.
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- An'... and then... then, I told him... oh boy... you know what I told him ?! Well, I... I'll tell ya !

Still sitting next to his bunny friend for about one hour now, Leji asked the barman to pour his most expensive liquor again and again. It happened to be the most alcoholic drink they had in stock. Not being used to drink, especially not such strong beverages, the talkative thief - even more talkative when his blood-alcohol was near from leading him into a coma – kept talking to that oddly dressed rabbit-man that didn't seem to be paying that much attention to what was being told to him.

- I told him... hehe... I'm laughing just thinking about it...

A glass full of his poison in his right hand, moving it around and splashing everything around while he was narrating his criminal tales, Taibug had his left arm around Jakob's neck, holding him as if he was his closest buddy.

- I told him that... that he thought he was better than me but... but his wife... y'know his wife, I told you about her earlier.

He didn't.

- Well I said his wife tended to think that... I was better than him. Y'should have seen the look on his fa~ce ! Ohohoh, that was priceless ! But wait... wait ! That's not the best part.

His mouth was way too close from the bunny's nose who had the illustrious honor of smelling his neighbor's alcoholed breath. If Lejinoss normally knew how to be discreet and almost unnoticeable for his own good, alcohol was enough to waste his potential. The worst part of his alcoholic tendency being him throwing around casino's chips to pay the most expensive things he could. Some people were angry drinkers, he was a spender drinker which was way more painful in some way.
That's why he usually prefered not to drink.
But he had to spend time waiting for Muerte to leave the place if he didn't want to get caught by him. Having a few drinks to spend the night felt like a good idea at the time. At the time only.

- When he understood I..... y'know.... his wife, he went berserk asking for my head and stuff... And just before I hung up, I... HAHAHA that's so funny when you think about it... I told him « You can't do shit, I have Don Erstol behind me ». Don Erstol.... It came just like that.... DON....FUCKING....ERSTOL HAHAHAHA!

Gamblers in the Kitty Kat seemed to avoid looking at him at all cost so that he wouldn't get near them. Yelling in the rabbit's ear – which the latter didn't seem to enjoy that much – Leji wasn't self-aware anymore and couldn't help being loud.
Don Erstol happened to be one of the ten mafia's godfather in York Shin City. In the past, Taibug worked for his gang from time to time, stealing some jewels.

- Well... that's when shit got interesting hehe... The man whose wife I banged... That was the goddamn mayor ! During three years – oh god... three years HAHAHAHAHA – the police harassed Erstol's crew, it even became bloody with some cops assassinated. All of this... because of the great Leji.

While designating himself, he stroke his fist against his own chest, obviously proud of his deeds.

- Erstol – god rest his rotten soul – never knew about me being involved in his demise.

Talking too much made him thirsty, drinking too much made him talkative. He threw an another 10,000 chip to the barman without saying anything, that way, the man knew he had to pour him more of the rare beverage Lejinoss was drinking as if it were milk.
Before sipping his drink, Leji's mind went blank for a few seconds. He became haggard, his mouth slightly opened, unsteady on the stool he was sitting in.
Then, the pencil moustached thief blinked as if he was waking up and suddenly stiffened, waving his glass once again.

- For fuck sake Jakob you're right !

Jakob didn't say a word.

- I basically screwed around with one of the most dangerous mafia in the world. It... It's not SOME BEEFCAKE WEARING A MASK TO HIDE HIS HIDEOUS FACE THAT'S GONNA SCARE ME.

Everyone in the casino probably heard what he just yelled, especially the one concerned by these insults. Resolved as he was leaving his seat, or at least trying to the best he could while grabbing the counter, Leji had an idea in mind. The kind of idea only a man filled with alcohol could have.

- Look at me Jakob... Look how a real man get things done.

It was the prelude of big troubles. Heading to the roulette table where he spotted Muerte, the latter's eyes were the one of a man wondering with which sauce he was gonna eat his steack when he saw the thief approaching. A bloody steack that is.
Yet, he didn't have to beat the thief to a pulp in order to retaliate since the man just fell in front of him. It took him a while to stand once again, holding something in his hand.

- Loo... look what fell from mister's pocket when I stumbled against him.

Lejinoss brandished a shiny necklace he stole to a lady one hour ago, everyone looked shocked. It seemed like the Kitty Kat's reputation wasn't what it used to be since they were accepting both alcoholics and thieves in their establishment.
Security came right away. Three of them surrounded the bear whose only crime was to wish for a pleasant night, and one suited security staff asked politely Leji to leave, considering he had to much drink. The latter didn't seem to agree with him.

- Sir... quit throwing chips at me... I won't change my mind, you've got to g.... SIR ! QUIT THROWING CHIPS AT ME !

A spender drinker in all its glory. Annoyed by the behaviour of the man he was trying to reason with , the sturdy security guy grasped Lejinoss by the back of it's neck. Powerless, with or without so many drinks, Leji raised his arm in the direction of the rabbit he asked to watch the scene earlier and shouted to him while he was pathetically crying :

- Save me buddy !
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Jacob sighed. He'd been roped into something he'd never expected. The man - Leji - was drunk already. And he was just making it worse. Drink after drink after...agh. And he was stuck, with the man's arm around his shoulders, and his poor ears cocked back to keep from being deafened by the man's shouting. He didn't have to actually say anything himself, just...let the drunk carry on his own conversation with himself.

This is how a real man does things, huh? he thought to himself, as the man spouted off about his escapades at the top of his voice. He did his best not to react in any way as the man boasted and bragged, simply sipping his own, much weaker drink and tried to at least appear friendly. A real manly drunk, maybe. Honestly, how do I get myself into these things?

Finally, he was released as Leji tottered his way over to the gambling tables. At first, he was relieved! He was free of the boorish man's grasp.But...He could see the guy was going to cause problems...Agh. It really wasn't helped that, when confronted by security, the man called out for HIM. Why, why, why?

Save me, buddy.

He breathed a long sigh, then straightened his dress a little and made his way toward the tables where Leji, Muerte, and security were standing. He honestly wasn't sure why he was helping the boorish thief out; maybe he was just too damn nice sometimes. But then again, he was always an easygoing bunny. And...on a lower, darker level, he could get a tiny bit of revenge for ruining any chance he might have at finding a suitable distraction.

"Excuse me, gentlemen," he said with a friendly smile. "Perhaps I can be of assistance. As you can no doubt see, my friend here," And here he gave a little hop, wrapping an arm around the inebriated thief's neck and dragging him down to his own level in an embrace that was companionable in all but fierce grip, "Is terribly drunk. I think he really doesn't know how to control himself when he gets into the alcohol."

The rabbit gave the security men a warm smile. "At this point,
I don't think anything that comes out of his mouth is remotely trustworthy. In fact, I'm not sure he could hit the ground right now if he tripped over his own feet!"
He giggled lightly at his own joke. "Do you gentlemen have somewhere that he can lie down for a little while, maybe get his head back in the vicinity of his shoulders?"
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As the roulette wheel slowed to a halt, Muerte was relieved to find he'd placed the right bet. The bottle of rum had just arrived, and he opened it with a grin. Collecting his modest reward he decided he'd up the ante in the next volley. Before he could however, a familiar voice distracted him. The weasel had returned yet again, showing himself much sooner than Muerte had anticipated. No longer safe, sectioned off in the alternative games room, the moustached fool appeared to be incredibly intoxicated, and was brandishing a necklace. Within moments, a team of security guards closed in on the situation, clearly eager to diffuse the problem before it escalated. Marco, the guard who escorted Muerte to the casino cage placed his hand on Muerte's shoulder.

"Come on, you're out of here."

"Can someone tell me what exactly is supposed to be going on?" Muerte scoffed.

"I don't know what's happening but I've had enough problems out of you today," said Marco.

"I've done nothing but patronize your casino. This drunk here is clearly the source of your problems," Muerte stated.

"This isn't a negotiation, you're leaving."

Muerte got out of his seat, his body language more decisive than before. He wasn't going to leave without a fight.

"Call your superior at once or you'll find out just how much of a problem I really am," the tone of his voice made it clear this was no idle threat.

After a moment of silence, Marco swallowed his spit involuntarily, his confident expression waning. He looked to the other personnel around him and after a moment pressed his finger to his ear piece.

As they waited for Wallace to arrive, the guard manhandling Lejinoss responded to Jacob's pleas. His name was Grismol, a tall pale man with a buzzcut and a scar over his lip.

"It's not like we don't turn a blind eye to a little public intoxication every now and again. Hell, we actively encourage it. But only so much as it doesn't disrupt our guests. He can clear his head lying in the street as far as I'm concerned. This is a business, not a nursery."

"My god, what is it now?" Wallace said, approaching the spectacle.

"Boss, err this fella seems to be causing problems again," Marco said, nervously looking over at the looming threat beside him. "I think he might've stolen that necklace."

Muerte chuckled, finally realizing what the imbecile was accusing him of now. "Is that what this is about? Do you really think I'd be capable of stealing anything without somebody noticing? I'm the size of a rhinoceros."

Wallace looked at Muerte and over to Lejinoss. Something in his mind clicked. "Hey, you were the guy who was working Pete up. Yeah, I remember you. You were the guy who told him the big fella was gonna squash him if he didn't win the race. That was a pain in my ass. It cost the casino 500 thousand jenni just to shut Pete up and get everything in order. In my eyes, big fella has been nothing but a gentleman. And the logic holds up. But here you are, causing yet another scene, holding what seems to be a stolen necklace. What kind of nutcase are you?" Wallace ranted. "This case is open and shut boys. Throw the runt out in the streets and leave Mr. Rhinoceros alone. And check if anyone's reported a stolen necklace. C'mon Marco, use a little common sense next time would ya? I don't like cleaning up after mistakes."

With that, one of the guards snatched the necklace from Lejinoss' grip and Grismol continued dragging him out towards the entrance. A deep sense of satisfaction swept over Muerte as justice prevailed. A rare instance of logic and fairness in this chaotic world. This Wallace had clearly earned his position.
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They called the place «  Chance Town  ». «  They  » weren't obviously the unlucky ones. Gambling had nothing more than a lottery ticket could provide. For a man winning the big prize, millions of them simply wasted money for nothing. The main difference between lotteries and casinos was the amount of money one might loose.

Leji didn't play any game, but, despite that, he definately managed to lose. He was that gifted at gambling. His bets didn't rely on cards or small balls thrown on a spinning roulette but on his craftiness. At that game he was the best. As long as alcohol wasn't involved of course.
Sure, he managed to steal hundreds of chips, however, as long as he was outside the Kitty Kat, they weren't worth anything anymore. He probably had an amount of two millions of jenis on him, but he couldn't spend any.
His setbacks in the casino felt like the torture of Tantalum. But he didn't had any energy left to even lament. For now, his main concern was getting out of the trashs he was thrown in.

That wasn't the most cosy situation a man who entered such a prestigious casino could expect when getting out, but, in the scheme of things, it wasn't that awful either. His stolen chips had no use anymore, but he somehow managed to grasp some wealth from the Kitty Kat. The kind of wealth no one could have got back from him.
All his muscles hurt, but he had to stand up. Heading to the back door of the casino from where he was ejected, he pissed against it.

- If.... if that ain't a shame... I'm probably discharging hundreds of thousand of jenis right now...

Both relieved of his burden and regreting everything he drank was squandered so quickly, Leji left the alley, filled with alchohol, his clothes smelling like garbages and the bottom of his pants soaked in piss.
Anyone pessimistic might have thought it was a lamentable outcome for the thief's evening, yet, the latter didn't seem to think likewise. He was broke, he was humiliated, and tomorrow, he would wake up with a huge hungover yet, he would be in perfect condition to start stealing again.

If it weren't for Wallace and his men, Muerte probably would have killed him. In some way, his schemes and later on, his alcoholic exentricities managed to save his life. Maybe this city was called Chance Town for a reason after all.
Searching his pocket, Lejinoss brought out a small device. While looking at it, his haggard smirk turned into a snigger.

- There's no denying... Even drunk, I still got it.

Stealing someone's earpiece while he was wearing it required to be devilishly skilful. Taking advantage of the fact he struggled to not be cast out of the casino, he attracted Grismol's focus on his brutal movements while he managed to descreetly snatch the device with a quick and nimble hand's move. That was Lejinoss Taibug for you.
Whereas he was heading to the main street to grab a cab, he put the earpiece where he had to, tried to take a deep voice mimicking Grismol and said  :

- That guy with the mask, I just checked his I.D and police record. He happened to rob six casinos in the past. Fucker must think number seven will bring him luck. Let's make an example of him, but don't act as if I told you anything about him when I get back, it would only arouse suspicion.

As he was about to throw the device, he suddenly brought it near his left ear once again.

- Be extremely careful, he usually works with accomplices, the rabbit dressed as a girl is one of them from what I've read. Over.

That's when he got rid of the earpiece before raising his hand to call a taxi. Still a bit unsteady, it took him almost a minute to get in. The driver was a cautious man. Probably used to convey drunkards in Chance Town, he asked to be paid in advance. That didn't bother Leji. He reached for the last wallet he stole during the night in his vest and took a look at Wallace's face on the I.D that was inside, slightly sniggering once more.

- Thank you~ sir.

The cab drove away in the foggy night leading to the big city. Leji called it a day, but for two people he knew, the night was only beginning and probably was going to be restless.
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Jacob watched as the thief was unceremoniously showed the door. He consoled himself that he'd done what he could to help the man. Well...no, he hadn't. That was what was so consoling about it. If he were being honest, Lejinoss had been nothing but a nuisance and trouble and the rabbit was quite happy to see him go. Who knows what would have happened if the security at the Kitty Kat was a little slower on the uptake than they had proven to be? As it was, he would need something strong - and preferably minty - to get the reek of the man's breath out of his nose.

The rabbit regarded the large man named Muerte curiously. Up close the masked man's shaved-bear stature was even more imposing than when he was at a distance, though - despite a certain thief's repeated attempts to instigate something - Jacob had to agree that the man was not doing anything more than, well, being here. An idle thought wondered just what Leji's issue was with the massive man; was there some history here between the giant and the lush, or was the mustachioed man just that petty, eager to stir up trouble and considered the masked man an easy target? That line of thought lasted only until the next breath.

Mint. Right.

Jacob turned his path back toward the bar, finding himself trailing after the security personnel who had dealt with the strange confrontation between the drunk thief and Muerte. A mojito with a proper sprig of mint would help clear things up wonderfully! However, he was brought up short by the security man Marco stopping abruptly, a hand to his ear. He was silent for a moment, then a thundercloud seemed to build up on his face.

"Who is this?" Marco demanded sharply, glaring at a spot on the floor - a clear sign that he was focusing on something over his earpiece. After another couple of moments, he added in an even harder tone, "Look, is this supposed to be Griswol? You're doing a terrible job. I can see the man and he hasn't said a word! How stupid do you think we are?" The man in question had taken notice of Marco's increasing temper and was making his way over, one hand moving to finger his empty ear. Jacob decided it would be best to move on; security always had questions for people they found loitering nearby. He could hear Griswol's voice asking "What's going on?" as he pulled away, heels clicking.

The bartender was hanging up the phone as Jacob finally reached the bar. Jacob ignored this as he climbed onto a bar stool, swiveling slightly with the effort before giving the man a smile. "A mojito, please," he said. Under normal circumstances, he would have wondered about the man being on the phone; the bar at the Kitty Kat didn't take takeout orders, and he certainly had no real reason for being on the phone even for personal calls. That was what voicemail was for, after all. However, right now he considered clearing the horrid smell of drunkard-breath out of his nose. The stench lingered something horrible, and served as a remarkable detriment to curiosity exploring what was likely nothing more than a random event.

When he thought back about things later, he suspected he shouldn't have let this detail slip him by. He might have been able to see the moment when things started to go wrong.
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With all of his obstacles removed, Muerte collected his meager winnings and started to head back into the alternative gaming room. He was going to give a polite nod to the security team on his brief journey, but there seemed to have been some kind of mistake. The irritable Marco was shouting over his earpiece and when his subordinate arrived, he slapped him on the side of his head and began lecturing him.

"How the hell did you lose your earpiece shit for brains? Weren't you listening when the boss told us he didn't want any more mistakes?" Marco was clearly taking his frustrations out after losing face in front of Wallace.

As he passed through the entryway, he noticed a figure sitting at the bar that he recognized, but he wasn't sure from where. A slender woman with a tasteful dress and rabbit ears? Some kind of costume? Maybe she was a performer. She wasn't quite his type, too short and too frail, but seeing as there seemed to be a temporary hiccup with the racetrack (likely because of the problems the moustached man had caused) he decided he'd strike up a conversation with her. At least so he could figure out where he knew her from. Was she some kind of pop star?

He sat down, leaving a couple of stools between them. He still had most of the bottle of rum he'd bought, but he left the glass they brought with at the roulette table by mistake. He raised his hand up, vying for the bartender's attention. The bartender seemed distracted though, little beads of sweat were forming on his forehead. His rather large eyes looked bugged out. Was he on some sort of medication?

"Sir?"

The man stood there, aimlessly cleaning a glass, staring out into the distance.

"Excuse me, could I get another glass?"

The bartender snapped out of his daze and looked over at Muerte before putting the glass down and brushing his vest and his slacks with his hands. He tried to act busy, looking over at various things in the bar, adjusting things slightly before he responded casually.

"Yes, yes, scotch was it?" the bartender said.

"Just another glass if you will."

The bartender took one of the glasses out from the shelf behind him and placed it in front of Muerte before going back to doing what seemed like busywork. Wiping down the counters and refilling the bowls of nuts.

Muerte poured himself a glass and turned to the woman. "My name is el Cancion de la Muerte. People call me Muerte. Do I know you from somewhere? Are you in the business? I used to be a performer myself."
Edited by fridaynightpizza, Nov 18 2017, 01:12 AM.
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