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| Just another night at work. [ open ]; -- Eve's Garden | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 29 2008, 05:48 PM (988 Views) | |
| . Lillian Pike | Mar 29 2008, 05:48 PM Post #1 |
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Drumming her fingers on the bar, Lillian found herself lightly kicking a small crate of bottles behind it as well -- both actions working together to form some odd little beat that was easily drowned out by the music playing throughout the establishment. She was helping out Jonathan take care of the bar for a bit while it wasn't her turn on stage. Right now Jasmine was up there. She always drew the biggest crowd, but Lillian didn't mind that. She had fans, the few and the adoring. The thought of which put a small smile on her face -- which of course vanished once Oscar Vildebrant sat himself down at the bar and started oogling her in his creepy sort of fashion like he did to every other female in the place. Lillian quickly moved away from that end of the bar and let Jonathan take care of the people down there. He knew how to deal with the perverted sort of creepy men such as Oscar and always let the girls know to alert him if they needed help with any men of the sort. He was sort of like a big brother to them. |
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| . Edward West | Mar 31 2008, 03:14 PM Post #2 |
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Edward West angrily tossed the playing cards labeled Pharoah's Fortune onto the green felt and shifted his cobalt eyes to the English man sitting across the table. The man had consistently beat him at five-card stud all night , no matter how good or bad Edward's hand. This time he'd gone all-in with a full house, but it fell short against the Englishman's four-of-a-kind. Rising from the poker table, Eddie downed the remaining shot of Old Tom Whiskey and headed for Poseidon Plaza. Before reaching the exit, Eddie stopped at one of the slot machines and dropped in ten dollars. With one hand resting in his pocket, Eddie casually pulled the lever with the other and waited. As two sevens slowly rolled into focus, a satisfied smile spread across his lips. Pulling the five-dollar bill from the slot machine, he added another five from his wallet and fed the bills back into the machine. When nothing aligned , Eddie opened his wallet and pulled out the last remaining bill. Crumpling the dollar in his hand, he shoved it back into his wallet and headed towards Eve’s Garden. At least he still had enough to by a drink. Before Eddie even entered Eve’s Garden, he knew Jasmine Jolene was on stage. The catcalls and whistles of approval from the men could be heard from practically anywhere in Poseidon Plaza. While Eddie did enjoy the view in Eve’s Garden, he usually only went there to pass the time until he could scrounge enough money to hit the casino again. Eddie found a seat at the less populated end of the bar and threw a lazy grin to the woman behind it. “Can I get a whiskey, please?" |
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| . Lillian Pike | Apr 4 2008, 07:40 PM Post #3 |
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"'Course." Using a her left hand to grab a glass off of the shelf behind her, Lillian was careful not to get any whiskey on the lace of her gloves as she poured the drink in with her right. Placing the bottle of Old Tom Whiskey back under the bar ahead of her, she reached across the bar and placed the glass in front of the newcomer, a small grin on her face. He looked like a much more welcome sort of patron than Oscar. He also was nowhere near as creepy as Oscar -- who was now whistling at Jasmine, much like the rest of the men around. Watching Jasmine momentarily, Lillian found herself holding back a sigh. She didn't make anywhere near as much money as Jolene did, but she always wished that she might. The only way to possibly pull it off was to continue to work every night. Seven days a week. That thought reminded her of how much pain her feet were currently in and she shifted the weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other, her gloved hands steadying herself on the edge of the bar ahead of her. Lillian finally managed to look away from Jasmine and down to the man at the bar again. He looked fairly familiar, like she had seen him there at Eve's Garden before. But she knew she had never served him a drink before. Oh well, there's a first time for everything. |
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| . Sander Cohen | Apr 6 2008, 05:38 PM Post #4 |
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Sander Cohen did not often enter Eve's Garden, although technically, the little oasis of flesh and the ogling of flesh fell under his little domain. But he did tonight, surveying the patrons and the performer with detached disdain, before-- the proper verb was difficult, it might have been a saunter, or a strut, really-- up to the bar, and addressing the girl there-behind with polite distraction. "I see the house is full. Very... nice. You have not seen Mr. Ryan come through here, have you?" As he spoke his eyes scanned the joint, raking it over like a pair of black claws. |
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| . Edward West | Apr 6 2008, 06:38 PM Post #5 |
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"Thanks," Eddie nodded at the woman as he slid his hand around the shot glass and swivled his stool toward the stage so that he was parallel with the bar. He watched Jolene for a few moments, but his eyes were soon diverted to the pile of dollars scattered at the edge of the stage. If he could get his hands on half that amount, he'd be able to hit the tables again. Perhaps this time he'd try his luck at Sir Prize. The people there tended to be a bit more gruff than Pharoh's Fortune, but, more often than not, they were also drunker. Nothing spelled goodnight for Eddie like a handful of intoxicated men and a poker table. But, he chided himself, you're getting ahead of yourself, boyo. You've got to have the cash first. Turning back toward the bar, he downed the glass of whiskey and relished the smooth texture and light burn of the drink as it slid down his throat. Just as he opened his mouth to say something to the woman behind the bar, a voice spoke up behind him. He shifted his gaze toward the man that was now standing next to him. Unconsciously squinting his eyes at the odd figure, Eddie began to wonder how drunk he was. "Fuck me," he said aloud to himself as he pulled a pack of Oxford Club cigarettes from his pocket and tapped them a few times against his palm. He, of course, knew this man was Sander Cohen. Any idiot bumbling around in Fort Frolic could tell you that. His posters were plastered everywhere, but that didn't mean he'd ever actually met Cohen before. Eddie suddenly decided he was definitely not drunk enough and found himself wandering if those artsy types ever actually used mirrors. Edited by . Edward West, Apr 6 2008, 06:51 PM.
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| . Sander Cohen | Apr 6 2008, 10:06 PM Post #6 |
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Cohen's eyes snapped onto the shifty looking fellow to his left. "You're not my type, pigeon." He half-smirked, before turning his attention back with infinite patience to the bar girl. |
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| . Max Falkenstein | Apr 6 2008, 10:15 PM Post #7 |
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Max liked Fort Frolic for the same reason that he assumed most people did, it reminded you what what good in Rapture. Dr. Orloc had told him to 'take it easy' and 'not drink in case it reacted with the pain medicine' but he found it difficult to care too much. He sat at the bar and ordered a drink he did not have the funds to pay for, hoping his former ability to say 'put it on my tab' would carry over for a few days until people formally realized he was broke. Then he realized that it was unlikely that anyone would recognize him at all. Edited by . Max Falkenstein, Apr 6 2008, 10:20 PM.
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| . Sander Cohen | Apr 6 2008, 10:21 PM Post #8 |
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Now the blond fellow who had just walked into the bar. That was precisely his type. Cohen stroked the ends of his mustache thoughtfully for a very long moment, eyes rather wantonly boring holes into this... stunning vision of a potential leading man, leaning there... ooh! quite thirstily before him. Though he shot a dagger look at the bar girl, daring her to serve this fellow (no matter how handsome he was) before she had answered his question. |
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| . Lillian Pike | Apr 6 2008, 10:25 PM Post #9 |
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She had been staring at the man she had given the whiskey to until a familiar face strolled up. Not familiar in the sense that she knew the person, but familiar in a sense that she knew who the person was. Everyone around them was sure to know the man who had just stepped up to the bar -- and if they didn't, then there was definitely something wrong with them. "Evening Mr. Cohen..." Lillian placed her most gracious smile on her lips and watched the man exchange a few words with the whiskey-drinker. Cohen's words had her bringing a gloved hands to her lips to stifle a giggle and once the man looked back at her, she shrugged lightly. "I haven't seen him in here tonight, sorry." Glancing quickly to newcomer, Lillian tossed him a grin and slid him his drink, agreeing to put it on his tab. She didn't bother to check if he had a tab, but she was feeling quite generous that night. Perhaps cause her side of the bar was getting full now. And it was full of people that weren't Oscar Vildebrant. |
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| . Sander Cohen | Apr 6 2008, 10:34 PM Post #10 |
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"Oh, don't worry about his tab," Cohen purred, accepting her information with a nod, "I shall cover that one this evening." And with that he flashed a shiny red smile in the blond fellow's direction, topped off with an equally shiny wink. |
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