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The Deltin Royale Casino - megs - 05-16-2015
<div style="text-align:center;]<span style="font-size:10pt;] </span>[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/x398mLd.png" style="font-size:10pt;max-width:100%;" style="][/align]<span> </span>When Milind Vashisth came to the United States in his youth, he'd had no intention of opening a Casino on the docks that overlooked the Bay. They say that everything happens for a reason, and now the Deltin Royale is a staple of the city. A historical landmark and a wonder of architecture that still operates with great success to this very day. The Deltin Royale Casino has been in the Vashisth family for three generations, but it has only been an integral part of Valesport's gritty underworld for one.
<div style="text-align:center;]<img style="font-size:10pt;max-width:100%;" src="http://i.imgur.com/IlSqIJt.png" style="][/align]<span> </span>The current owner, Bimala Rivers, granddaughter of Milind, is proud to call the Deltin Royale her own. It offers all the amenities one would expect from a luxury casino. Table games and slot machines with high payouts for anyone lucky enough to find themselves a winner within it's gilded walls. The two-story building also boasts a five-star restaurant with a dazzling view of the bay, that has been described as: magical at sunset.
<div style="text-align:center;][/img]"http://i.imgur.com/tjr4QVH.png" style="font-size:10pt;max-width:100%;" style="][/align]<span> </span>Bimala is also proud to call herself the Alpha of the T?ndu'? M?na; the most powerful clan of Bagheera in the city. The Deltin Royale acts as their den, so to speak. Also, as a base of operations for their less than admirable practice. The T?ndu'? M?na are often sought out for their expertise: Smuggling. The metaphysical population knows that if you need something (or someone) supernatural, or just plain illegal, you go to Bimala and her leopards to get it.
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[/align]o1. This is a Wereleopard base of operations within Valesport, including (but not limited to) the T?ndu'? M?naclan. It is not considered a neutral zone. Infringements by other clans are generally viewed as a threat.
o2. The Deltin Royale being Owned and Operated by Bagheera is not common knowledge.
o3. Humans and Supernaturals are permitted within the Deltin Royale. Though, most humans generally will not be allowed to do business with the T?ndu'? M?na, except under very special circumstances.
o4. If you are interested in playing a Wereleopard in the T?ndu'? M?na (also: Changing Breed in General), talk to Megs and check out the Wereleopard Guide.
o5. Forum rules apply, of course.
The Deltin Royale Casino - megs - 05-16-2015
<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/sQHiypv.png" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]<font color="#bd1185]"I can honestly say I don't know anything about Nagah, Darling," [/font]Lakshmi said into the cell phone held between her shoulder and her ear. Her husband was on the other end, apparently standing over a body that had been crushed to death. If she sounded distracted, it's because she was. She would apologize to him later if she had to, but she had her own job to do. A business to run, and she could hardly be bothered with worrying about Wereserpents. <font color="#bd1185]"Honey, I'm sorry, but I have to go."[/font] She hung up before he could protest, and set the phone gently on her desk. Silence settled into her office once more and she breathed in a sigh of relief.
The moment was short lived, when the intercom went off with a buzz. Her displeasure sounded off in an audible groan and whoever it was on the other end took it as response. "Need you in the security office," was all they said before the line went silent again.
With a roll of her dark eyes, she pushed back her chair and rose to her full height. She smoothed out the silken material of her sari, and readjusted the scarf properly over her shoulder. The garment was a royal purple color with an intricate pattern of silver. It hugged her curves and flared out behind her like a cape. She still looked impressively authoritative in all that elaborate embroidery. She gathered a few files and her phone before exiting the room.
Her sandals were silent on the carpeted floors as she navigated the path from her office to the security room. An electromagnetic ID card gave her easy access to the room, and she opened the door to be greeted by the flickering lights of a dozen television screens. Each one would broadcast three or four different cameras that were spread at integral points within the casino.
<font color="#bd1185]"What seems to be the problem?"[/font]
One of two security guards motioned to one of the screens before turning in her chair to face Lakshmi. "Mind reader at the mundane tables," she explains, causing the proprietress' brow to furrow. <font color="#bd1185]"Well, that just won't do at all,"[/font] she complains with a click of her teeth. <font color="#bd1185]"Are you sure?"[/font]
"We had one of our own confirm it. We're not sure how he got past the screening, but it's becoming a bit of a problem."
Lakshmi turned away from the screens and shoved the files under one arm so she had both hands to use her phone. She dialed a number from memory.
<font color="#bd1185]"Tau,"[/font] she says by way of greeting when the line was answered. <font color="#bd1185]"Be a dear and remove the gentleman from the poker table in the Red Room for me. Leave him his winnings, and do try not to make a scene. When you've finished meet me in my office."[/font]
She would wait for a confirmation, before she hung up. <font color="#bd1185]"Don't let this happen again,"[/font] she says, almost casually to the security guards. There was still a hint of a threat to her words, however. She left the pair to their jobs, and made her way to the upper floor to wait for her enforcer.
The Deltin Royale Casino - Chris - 05-16-2015
<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/JKhUOxS.png" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 18px;]Rarely had Tau ever been called up by his superior, and when Lakshmi did, it was a job that needed to be dealt with immediately without consequence. Unfortunately, this time was badly timed as the enforcer was off charming young women near the slot machines. He caught interest in one particular devil in a tight dress, presenting his Sunday best smile he's practiced in the mirror a thousand or so times, catching her every subtle reaction and gesture that led the Bastet believing in just one thing: he was slipping in the panties tonight. And just when he thought he was going to share a moment of intimacy with this frivolous broad, his earpiece rang the name of who was calling. Tau's features scrunched in doubt and light torment with the belief that fate was laughing at him. With an audible groan, the Beta held a finger up to the woman's face, silently begging for just one minute away to take this call. With the opposite hand, he lifted his digits to answer Lakshmi's call with pleasant surprise.
"Go for Lakshmi."
"Tau, be a dear and remove the gentleman from the poker table in the Red Room for me. Leave him his winnings, and do try not to make a scene. When you've finished meet me at my table in the restaurant."
"I'll do that in just a minute Y'see, I got this broad and she is looking FINE as fuck. Curvy as hell with a big ol' fat ass. I'm talking about an onion booty."
"A what?" Tau hears for a reply...
"You know, an onion booty. A booty that brings a tear to your eye. Get it?"
"Tau..." The enforcer hears his Alpha sigh, learning then now wasn't the time for games. "Alright, alright, alright... I'm on it. I'll be up after I deal with the problem. Tau out."
Ah, fuck. Guess getting laid just wasn't in tonight's hand. With another smile, Tau said his farewells to the woman, apologizing for his duties needed elsewhere. Without another wasted minute, the Bastet journeyed through the crowded floors towards the Red Room. Once there, security personnel informed Tau of the man in question at table three bleeding the casino's money dry. How was ill-informed, but the supernatural lurked the floors and if the enforcer had any guess as to how this man was winning he'd say mind-reading capabilities. It was a thought to ponder as he made his round to the cheater's table, slipping pass the small crowd that gathered behind the man, applauding his winning hand in the following seconds. Tau joined in the applaud, smacking his hand on the man's shoulder with a smirk plastered along his lips.
"Well I'll be.. You're the best player we've had in quite some time the way you're winning almost every other hand. Mind sharing your secrets with me aside?" He asked nicely, getting his hand shoved away for a reply.
"Hey! Fuck off! Alright?! I ain't going nowhere! Can't you see I'm on a lucky spree here!!! Besides, the crowd seems to love it, am I right?!" Once again, the crowd behind the cheater roared in agreement. All except Tau who didn't take no kindly from scum of the earth like this piece of shit here.
"That's great, but you see--" the Bastet again slapped his hand atop the scammer's trapezius muscle, digging his digits tightly enough to cause his 'friend' to jerk in immense pain. Tau took light pleasure hearing the man's anguish, catching the saliva he managed to spit between clenched teeth. "I'd really like to know your secrets. So grab your earnings and come with me. Okay, pumpkin?" Smiling to add insult to injury, the enforcer's grip never left the man's muscle as he grabbed his winnings as quickly as he could before being escorted away by Tau. Led aside where further security men had been waiting, the clan's Beta stopped the scammer a few feet short to give him his one and only warning.
"Don't come around here again. If I hear or see you, I'll deal with you personally myself. These men here will lead you to the nearest exit. Thank you for choosing The Deltin Royale Casino! Now beat it before I change my mind..." Tau would shove the cheater shortly after, allowing his colleagues to handle the rest.
Turning on his heel, Tau wished to return to the woman he was chatting up early but was well aware his superior was waiting for him up in her office. So, an elevator ride later and he was there, stepping through the steel doors fixing his bowtie so he looked somewhat decent when he was in the presence of greatness. "The problem was dealt with. He'll never set foot in this casino again. I made sure of it," Tau explained, coming to a full stop inches away from her desk to change stance with his arms behind his back. "You also have the worst timing. Calling me to deal with something so trivial, but you're forgiven." He teased, often warned by his clan mates he'd receive a stern punishment for talking the way he did to the Alpha. But he did it anyways because that had yet to happen. His unwavering loyalty to Lakshmi was second to none. One of the many reasons he believed he was chosen to be her right hand man.
"You look exhausted... Something on your mind?" He questioned, offering a half-lidded gaze and soft smile that told her every reassurance she needed to hear.
That whatever she may or may not be going through...
Everything would be okay.
The Deltin Royale Casino - megs - 05-17-2015
<img style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;" style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/sQHiypv.png]She was still rolling her eyes over Tau's turn of phrase, as she sat back down behind her desk. <font color="#bd1185]"Onion booty,"[/font] she muttered, audible to no one if she were anything other than alone. Her phone came to life noisily as an influx of messages filled her screen. There seemed to no such thing as a moment to herself, but in her business this was better than radio silence. Her couriers relayed through text when an item had been picked up or dropped off. Modern technology gave her access to time-stamps and tracking devices. She could keep tabs on her entire network from her phone or her laptop and the notion pleased her endlessly.
She sighed and opened the folder she had been carrying with her most of the evening. It contained a new contract for the retrieval of plundered estate jewelry that may have contained some not-so-bloodless diamonds. It was child's play for her group. The cargo would be loaded onto an armored truck in broad daylight, and who ever had mapped the route had foolishly avoided traveling through the heart of the city. They would leave themselves open one-hundred different ways, but Lakshmi only needed to target one to get her way. It would be quick, clean, and quiet, but that wouldn't stop her from charging a small fortune for the favor.
She was still reviewing the contract when Tau joined her. Studying the text with intent as she thoughtlessly tapped the end of a pen against her polished desk. She didn't look up, even when he stood at attention in front of her desk.<font color="#bd1185] "Thank you,"[/font] her response was somewhat distracted. It was hard to tell but she was pleased as punch that issue had been dealt with. Especially without a report claiming they would also need to purchase had a dozen new chairs. Rhythmic tapping stopped when he voiced his absolution, and she rolled her eyes upwards to look at him.
She sat back in her chair, turning the pen between thumb and forefinger as she looked him over. <font color="#bd1185]"Ah, yes. Well, the next time I need you to do your job, I will certainly take your penchant for flirting into account."[/font] The words seemed scolding, but her tone was light an a small smile played at the corner of her mouth.
She scoffed when he commented on her appearance. <font color="#bd1185]"I look impeccable,"[/font] she challenges. Which was not untrue; primped and polished and manicured she generally did not fall on the spectrum of what one expected a smuggler to look like. <font color="#bd1185]"But you are not wrong. My husband keeps calling about Were-serpents. I guess the local Nagah clan has taken to crushing their victims to death."[/font] She waved a hand casually, as if the whole notion was banal, and not worthy of her time.
<font color="#bd1185]"Just to be sure, we do not have any dealings with Nagah correct?"[/font] This was a question better suited for her Gamma, wherever they were, but Tau was here and perhaps he knew something.
The Deltin Royale Casino - Chris - 05-18-2015
<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/JKhUOxS.png" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 18px;]Tau did not do well with serious business, unless of course, he was getting his hands just a tad bloody. He was inclined to banter about to keep himself and everyone smiling with a high disregard if they thought any less of him. How anyone could cast judgment was beyond him really when he produced nothing but clean results and high praise for his clan. And all for this smoldering beauty he stands before, intently reviewing new contracts and other propositions without even so much as batting an eye his way. All moments prior before he voiced his absolution, swallowing the woman's sultry gaze as he awaited for perhaps a scolding that'd been long overdue. Instead, he was rewarded with consideration and a smile - the better half of the two. "Well thank you, Lakshmi. With enough practice, I hope one day to conquer that cold battleground you call a heart." He teased, predicting another roll of the eyes with better hopes that maybe, just maybe, he'd hear a chuckle escape her lips. Other times the enforcer wished more; Dreams he was too ashamed to share in all due respect to the woman's marriage.
Perhaps Tau had been trying to hard. Or perhaps not enough. Regardless, as the Alpha's right hand, he was the closest to her at all times. So how could he complain?
"Right. Impeccable," the second-in-command agreed, still very much at attention as the Indian woman went on to explain her concerns. A brows furrowed the further his Alpha continued, reading her waved hand to be a force of habit rather than genuine negligence. A hand rose from behind his back to scratch at his head lightly, expecting a question he thought had been answered several days earlier in advance.
"Just to be sure, we do not have any dealings with Nagah, correct?"
"I thought Gamma had already briefed you," he answered with a sigh, uncomfortable in having to break the news to his superior. "My guess is the man who was crushed was none other than Floyd Irving: CEO of Irving Enterprises, billionaire playboy, and general asshole. He visited several weeks prior with a proposition regarding a safety box being smuggled out the city to a safer location. Following a strict policy, Mr. Irving would not disclose the contents inside said box, so we, ultimately declined his offer. However..." Tau paused, hoping he hadn't lost Lakshmi with this surprise.
"Some defects have turned their backs against the clan in favor of the payment Mr. Irving has offered. Without authorization, these traitors carried out the mission in secrecy. Now, as your right hand, I'm fully aware of the men we have stationed among the floors of the casino and found it rather strange to find one man, then two, then three men completely abandoning their posts a week ago or so. I had questions that needed answers, so I formed a small party of trustful men to track and hunt these traitors down. I have one in custody beneath the casino where we keep the holding cells but he refuses to speak. If I had to put two and two together, I'd say the recent Nagah killings is connected to whatever was inside that safe Mr. Irving wanted us to smuggle out. I'm sure a Nagah representative will come in the upcoming days with a request to hold a meeting between the leaders of each clan. There, we will issue a formal apology, return whatever contents that may or may not have been stolen from them, and hand over the traitors as penance." Tau finished the long and winded explanation, giving a slight bow of his head in apology as well.
"I hope you can forgive me for acting alone. I only seek your best interests with keeping our clan's reputation at the highest standard."
The Deltin Royale Casino - Kat - 05-19-2015
<img style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/F5cgc3K.png]One, two, three, four... Catch a Bagheera by the toe.
Rufio Cadence had that usual aura of unimpressed enthusiasm clinging to her heels as she made progress towards the casino. Sterile happiness, hidden behind a smug grin. She wasn't an old hand in this part of town, but her name was known, and her kind was understanding of circumstances. Often, a cat of her tribe didn't settle in any location for very long, and while the Bagheera may have appreciated a vacation in Valesport when it was a possibility, those instances were few and far between. Work paid the bills, rest and relaxation caused bills to pile up-- Such was the way of things. So, when Rufio did come on the coastal winds with that sauntering swagger, it was an eerie sort of familiarity, like when someone wore the likeness of a close friend. A pleasing presence paired with exotic aquarian hues that always seemed to be more than they let on.
Ah, it felt good to be free.
In this vein of thought, perhaps entering the establishment to see a patron being booted from the premises hadn't been enough thrown a wrench in her plans. Actually, apathetically, Rufio cleared the path without a second glance towards the bouncers. In her typical fashion, her attire was inlaid with gold and glitz, fabrics seemingly painted over tanned flesh while her hair was held in heavy braids from jewelry decorated roots. Those lips of hers seemed to hold their secrets like a barfly held their drinks; tight and near the heart. Matters of importance rarely found themselves being discussed in the open, after all, so the werecat had little intention of drawing more eyes her way than was naturally expected through the course of an evening. Let them stare if they felt inclined to do so. What harm could come of it?
Envious women of the arm candy variety always tasted far sweeter than their fat walleted beaus. Decadence had a way of finding Rufio, and in a greedy grab, it was savored, despite the strain on her already time thrifty schedule.
Padded steps led through the main floor, away from the seated denizens of present luxury gambling ventures, and onwards towards the back rooms. Wasn't this where the drinks were dirtiest and the night's activities always had devious repercussions? That was where Rufio belonged-- coated in the debauchery Valesport had to offer. Of course, this needn't be a solo mission. It was almost implied by how her shifting gaze dragged over various persons that someone would eventually follow suit. Assuredly, however her evening played out, she would find her vices sated and her appetites quenched. Rufio could be described as many things, but picky wasn't one of them. Her kicks and kinks tended to adapt to the situations she found herself tied to.
A string of isolated incidents seemed to tell the tale of a beast with few burdens, and an insatiable need to acquire more wealth and renown than she knew what to do with. Alas, the world didn't revolve around Rufio-- But if it had, what a place it would be. They say experience was the best teacher, and during those years of nomadic mischief, the woman had racked up her fair share. Enough to ensure an out to every in, and an in to every out. Holes were filled, to say the least. Finding a corner booth, it was claimed in a timely slide of her rear against the seat, and when settled, the bag Rufio carried was placed on the accompanying table. Lids flickered lethargically while whatever concoction she was self medicating with took effect. Fuck, she loved the elevator music playing.
What was that song? Believing in life after love? Spirits, guide her, she was already perfectly content to waste the hours in her hazy recline. Arms were brought to the top of the cushions and her head inclined with them, vision closed with a sharp inhale. The scent of the wood, the atmosphere of smoke and perfume and sweat, and the musk of her ilk. Where were they? Maybe that would be the game she played while active hands on the clock ticked ominously in the background. Stirring up trouble wasn't out of the running though-- Just shelved for now. Rufio would wait for a waitress or attendant of some sort to pass by before she spoke, though the words were airy and pulled from her throat like wisps of ethereal smoke.
"Bourbon on the rocks. A halved lime. Two packets of sweetener. A..." Pausing with a lazy stretch, Rufio mulled over her options. "Hot Dajeeling. One wafer, or cake, or pastry of that variety. But, not coffee cake. That isn't a tea food, and we all know it. Don't disappoint me."
The Deltin Royale Casino - megs - 05-19-2015
<font color="#bd1185]"Cold battleground?"[/font] she repeats after him. She made a habit of mimicking a turn of phrase that she found particularly eloquent, or in this case, amusing. <font color="#bd1185]"You are determined to get on my bad side today aren't you?"[/font] She did not roll her eyes as he expected; she kept her gaze steady on him through a fringe of dark eyelashes. Coffee-colored orbs seemed to be studying him, but what she as looking for could not be determined. She was not unaware of his feelings. Lingering gazes were hard to miss when they worked so closely. It was not her marriage that kept her away from him. She needed Tau focused, he was too detrimental to her operation, and neither one of them could afford any added distractions.
She pulled her eyes away from him, when a notification pinged on her cell phone. They dropped quickly, and she was fully aware that she had been staring too long.
Her lips pressed together at his opening statement. She had a feeling she wasn't going to like what she was about to hear, after his hesitation; after he pushed the blame onto her Gamma. She would still be speaking to the absent leopard in question, after failing to reveal information so pertinent.
She listened intently as he began to explain. Her brow knitted over the bridge of her nose and her mouth was an angry red slash across her face. She idly drew a fingertip across the top of her desk and inspected it as if she was looking for dust. Rubbing thumb and forefinger together as if to rid them of the imaginary debris.
She turned her chair half-away from him, looking out the large windows at the opposite end of the room. Moonlight cascaded over the bay and she sighed. A quick, annoyed sound pushed through pursed lips.
Laskhmi turned back in her chair and lifted herself out of it with both hands against polished wood. She leaned heavily on the furniture and cocked her head at him. <font color="#bd1185]"None of this should have happened, without my knowledge,"[/font] she reprimands. Her voice was dangerously even, a respectable, but terrifyingly decent volume. She stood straighter and adjusted her sari over her shoulder, before smoothing the fabric over her hips. <font color="#bd1185]"I will talk to the Fera in custody, and I will meet with the Nagah Clan leader as planned, but this stays between us now. I will not have word getting out that my own enforcer was keeping something from me."[/font]
The Deltin Royale Casino - Ghostly - 05-19-2015
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Lilly Vander had been dealt a crap hand in life, the cards not coming up double aces at all the past few years. Valesport had been but one of many stops on her trek in the last couple of weeks in her current job, mission, whatever title they slapped on her employment dossier. When one worked under the berth of Silky Johnson, details were best kept out of the equation. What he was having the lioness do was questionable at best, but at least it beat serving tables and scamming people for all they were worth in blackjack at the Snake Eyes, though not by much. Her figurative leash was held tight, and should she stray too far from her designations there would be hell to pay when she returned. Like her prior visits, she was here to scout out yet another seedy den of various debauchery and illegal activities.
The Deltin Royale
Well worn black running sneakers came to a halt and those haggard looking orbs peered at the massive structure overlooking the sea. Thankfully, it wasn't as gaudy as Silky's monstrosity, that would be a feat unto itself. Still a ways off, a shaking hand grabbed at an orange tinted bottle from within one of many pockets of her leather jacket to match her shoes. Continuing her steps, the woman struggled at the cap for but a moment before popping it off, the white top falling to the sidewalk behind her. Inside were various pills of differentiating markings and color. What exact concoction she was ingesting had long been lost on her addled mind. One to keep the physical pain away, this time her bruised ribs. Bastards at the fight club down by the docks decided to play coy and double team her, a baseball bat to her side hadn't quite been enough to bring her to her knees, but it did give her reason enough to be a bit too handsy with their little bats after she laid them both on their asses. Another was to distract her thoughts from everything she had gone through in her employment, which was more than enough to get her psychiatrist had prescribe these lovely blue candies. The next helped in perking her up; lengthy nights and short days meant for an abysmal sleep schedule, and provided less rest than she needed, but these made it somewhat bearable. There were a duo to help with the side effects of all the others as well as manage an underlying health condition.
The last one she crushed under powerful jaws was just there to fuck her up.
Lilly's face a mix between a grin and close to breaking down in a wailing sob, she trotted onwards. This would be enough to get her through the night, the empty container left in her wake. Stepping up to the entrance she'd be greeted by tweedledee and tweedledum dum, as she'd come to describe any set of bouncers that stood in her path. Here she hoped her blood would let her pass without issue, as was the point of Silky sending her to this particular establishment. Lilly, behind that red lipstick and sharp features was a Simba, a werelion of the Bastet. This here Deltin Royale, was a hub for the Bagheera clan in the area. If she was not here for conflict, then by all means the doors should part for their shared shifter genus, if not then she'd bust them down herself. Whether or not she wanted a brawl could be up for debate, but despite getting hard stares from the two, they did let her by without incident.
This was a casino, there was no doubt about that. Chain smokers seated at the slot machines, high rollers gambling away fortunes at craps, the dreaded blackjack tables she hated dealing for. Free drinks for all parties to have them just sober enough to continue throwing away their money, but beyond arguing with common sense. Her attire didn't compare to the socialites; the men in tuxedos or three piece suits, the women clad in precious stones and garments that put her slacks and tucked in maroon dress shirt to shame.
There was little care in how Lilly appeared compared to the crowd around her. Her lioness pride had been beaten into submission by an oppressive assortment of employers and prescription drug abuse. Right now, the huntress was actually feeling pretty good, riding atop a cloud that she hopefully not fall through just yet. The electronic buzz and shouts of patrons grated on that ethereal rift she was coasting, and it wasn't likely she'd grab the attention of the one she was sent for.
An actual bar that was further situated towards the back suited her needs in this momentary break from the daze clouding her diluted green hues. Sitting on the stool, she was barely able to stop herself from spinning off of it with how much gusto she placed into the maneuver. "<font color="e30024]Manhattan. Stick to the book, I'm not here to see how you think it should be served.[/font]" A sigh given to the bartender whose patience must have been better than hers, not that such a praise was difficult; Lilly had loosened the teeth of customers for less when she walked the floors.
Still, even with her jarring introduction she received swift service with a smile, so she had to allow the bartender a nod of commendation for that endeavor. The second the brown liquor passed her lips though, the compliments were immediately revoked with a spit across the finely varnished counter. "<font color="e30024]You call this a Manhattan[/font]?" The chilled glass emptied itself in the motion of being thrown against the line of bottles behind the man to her front, a loud crash following as the force knocked several containers to the ground. "<font color="e30024]Again, and don't fuck around. We're not talking rocket science here[/font]!" Her canines flared in a less than romantic snarl, filed nails digging into the expensive wood that they rested on. Perhaps she was looking for a bit of a scuffle tonight, who knew?
The Deltin Royale Casino - Chris - 05-19-2015
<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/JKhUOxS.png" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 18px;]Brace yourself, young Bastet.
Lashings whipped straight from his Alpha's lips struck most and painfully so. Insubordination and obstruction - the primary two he's committed against Lakshmi. His current defense was not equitable enough to see through his superior's forgiveness, and at this point, anything other than "yes ma'am" would be his downfall. So, he did what any other second-in-command did: endure. She was right. None of this should have happened and if he weren't so placid, Tau could have maybe even prevented this altogether. Perhaps the enforcer had been losing focus to the lesser detriments of life when all he ever was was born to serve. Naturally, under different circumstances, Tau had looked his company in the eye when spoken too, but he was far to ashamed of this failure and kept his gaze downward to the floor. Somewhere his fortitude seemed to have been placed right about now.
Fucking traitors.
Fucking Mr. Irving
Fucking Nagahs.
Fucking Mr. Rivers.
But most importantly, fucking Gamma.
"Will that be all, Lakshmi?"
The Deltin Royale Casino - megs - 05-19-2015
[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/sQHiypv.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:right;margin:0 0 18px 18px;]Lakshmi walked around her desk to move closer to Tau. He looked thoroughly chastised, though all things considered her scolding could have been worse. She understood his motives, and his dedication to the clan, but their was still a hierarchy that he needed to concede to.
She stopped when she was at his side, her shoulder brushed the length of his bicep as she did so. Shorter than him by a head.
Will that be all, he had asked.
She narrowed her eyes, even though he could not see. She was facing the opposite direction, not that he could even bring himself to look at her. <font color="#bd1185]"Not even remotely,"[/font] she replied, continuing her path towards the door.
<font color="#bd1185]"Come. "[/font] She exited the office, expecting him to follow.
She walked in silence, making her way to main floor. She moved easily through the throng of people. Feet were hidden beneath layered yards of purple fabric, and she seemed to glide. A sea of bodies parted as she passed.
Lakshmi smelled the visiting leopard before chocolate oculars caught her sitting in a secluded booth. The smell of jungle flowers and rain-soaked earth was hard to disguise with sea-salt air and city streets.
Rufio.
Even with more pressing matters nagging at the back of her mind, she could not resist the opportunity to greet the wayward Bagheera personally. Before she could approach, raised voices and shattering glass caught her attention. <font color="#bd1185]"Tau, darling,"[/font] she spoke softer now, as if their earlier conversation had never happened. <font color="#bd1185]"It would be wonderful if you could find the source of all that...commotion."[/font]
Leaving the Beta to follow her orders, she slipped away and towards the nomad.
<font color="#bd1185]"Ms. Cadence,"[/font] she breathed, as she approached. Her voice was syrupy sweet, like honeyed Lassi, but the words she spoke were true. <font color="#bd1185]"How lovely it is to see you, again. One never knows when they will have the pleasure, after all."[/font]
The Deltin Royale Casino - Kat - 05-20-2015
<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/QdgLh2I.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]"Ain' all that interested."
Their pride's lair, in it's extravagant and over the top way, was closer to modern representations of what a pleasure den might look like. Pillows were strewn across the floor, empty bottles lined the shelves on their walls, and a massive circular bed reminded the members of their closeness; their family. Regardless how dysfunctional and bizarre as it may have seemed to outsiders, it was theirs wholly, and in such, was treated like any poly-amorous ninesome should be. With respect, devotion, and absolute trust-- Minus Bowie Davis, their alpha and typical Simba laze about. He was the weak link. The sore spot. The father of twenty-seven bastard children.
The usual.
Teressa Cunningham, beta of their tribe, scowled. "I wasn't asking, Bowie. I was telling- Telling you to get the fuck up, and go see what's happening at Deltin."
"Yeah, but.. Ye know I'm tired, and ye know I ain' real good at talkin' ta strangers." Sprawled in the middle of their shared bed, Bowie was under several female bodies, all of which lacked clothing and consciousness. The tribe was sleeping, save the two conversing, though the male was certainly not awake enough to come up with a better excuse for blowing off his duties. Teressa was an expert in nagging though, and if her demands weren't met, he'd never hear the end of it.
"If you're quick, you'll be back before sunrise." Standing over the scene, Teressa addressed the leader of the pack as though she was speaking to a child. Her tone was stern, her face serious, and her mannerisms direct as one hand pointed towards the door. "So, get up, and get some work in. That way, when you sleep the next three weeks away, you can feel like you earned it."
Bowie rolled his eyes before jostling himself out from under the pile, earning disgruntled murmurs from the rest of his women. Yes, they were his Kirii. All of these beautiful women were under Bowie's care, and their children were his as well. This was his legacy, and though they were the bread winners to this particular collective, they were still bound to their alpha. Really, Bowie was one of the luckiest men in the world, second only to other Simba alphas in the shifter nation. The South African ousted their last Alpha after a week long series of death threats and scuffling, though within two days of placing claims, the red head was assured he wouldn't have to face the wrath of the Lionesses. They wanted the change, and Bowie was more than happy to usher in the new regime.
Mostly, it was for the better. He wasn't the warlord they had once been accustomed to serving. No, his touch was gentle and loving. He didn't need to dominate to earn their devotion. It came with time, with patience, and with practiced pillow talk. A man with eight wives had his hands full, but Bowie cherished each one for their merits and their flaws. Even Teressa, who proved in every relationship, someone had to be the stick in the mud. Business oriented, she was entirely right to send him off to investigate issues within the city, even if it meant interrupting the cuddle orgy he begrudgingly slipped away from.
"Fine. I'll poke around, but ye know it ain' gonna be easy." Bringing his hands to either side of his jaw, the creature popped his neck with an audible grunt. His tattoos were showing, as was everything else, and the half finished piece on his chest stood out like a sore thumb. Forgotten in favor of sleeping, drinking, and being insatiable sexually. "But when I get back, yer heels will be off, and yer skirt will be hiked up. Deal?"
Idly, Teressa's fingers were already teasing at the hem of her skirt. "Promise. Now, go get the intel."
"Ye, ye. Silly girl."
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Deltin smelled like werecat, like countless passing patrons, and like money Bowie hadn't thought to bring. Pulling out his wallet as he exited his Tahoe, a measly fourteen dollars earned a rough snort from the male. Of course Teressa hadn't dished out any spending money for her Alpha to blow. Maybe she wasn't as silly as he tried to convince himself. All the same, he could afford a drink or two, and if he was adventurous, he could give gambling the college try. Worst case scenario, he'd be out fourteen bucks. Though, knowing Teressa, that would give her reason to rant about frivolous spending habits. Pocketing the wallet once more, the Lion stalked towards the entrance.
Immediately, Bowie shot a curious glance towards the commotion at the bar counter. It wasn't all that far from the lobby, and at the angle he was privy to, he could make out a woman loudly complaining about her order. A smirk eased over his lips as he thought of his youngest wife, Mia, who was known to bitch out attendants at every venue their group frequented. It was almost second nature that he followed the sound from the doorway to the main barroom, and without missing a beat, the copper maned figure sat himself within a few stools reach of the ornery femme. Curious hazel hues directed themselves to Lilly's seat, scanning her figure between words. As it was, Bowie could talk to whomever was present, given a reason to do so.
"Ye got a match? A light? Figure I could use a smoke, but I ain' carrying my zippo." Pausing to pull out a cigarette from his battered pack, he slouched as means of settling in his seat. "Was the drink really so bad though? Maybe they'll comp ye the cost, and ye'll get it free. While yer at it, get me a drink, too."
The Deltin Royale Casino - Kat - 05-20-2015
[/img]"http://i.imgur.com/F5cgc3K.png" style="avatar" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]The order came quickly, though not quick enough to keep Rufio from lulling her head to the side with a lethargic sigh. Placed before her sat decorative tea cup filled with Darjeeling, the spices reminiscent of experiences from a lost youth. She never missed home, but that likely had more to do with the bureaucracy than the setting. If anyone was willing to boast Indian ancestry, it was the Bagheera, but that quiet lifestyle wasn't one she intended to return to anytime in the near future. America was waaaay more fun. Honestly, without watchful eyes on her every move, it was almost too easy to shake the culture she was raised within in favor of adopting the decadence and decay of the exotic western wilds. If nothing else, Rufio prided herself on that ingrained ability to adapt and blend in, even if it meant she succumbed to a subtle white wash over the years. So be it.
Pausing to straighten her posture, the woman nodded appreciatively towards her beverage, then cast an appraising gaze over the pastry. A manicured nail moved to press against the top of the wafer, and scraping at the frosted layer coating, the sweet was regarded with vague interest. A slice of lime was removed from neighboring dish by the same digits, and thoroughly squeezed over the dessert. Perhaps she hadn't actually wanted what she ordered, but money would exchange hands all the same, leaving Rufio with her quieted condition and tea to sip. If this required feigned sobriety, the Panther had mixed feelings. Steps bringing company would ensure she stay focused, so with a chill breath, air was blown across the surface of the Darjeeling while peculiar aquarian orbs sought the individual speaking.
A familiar face without any hint of recognition. Lakshmi was known to Rufio, though vaguely. A hard one to keep tabs on. Yet her mind was running circles then, focused on how the two knew one another. Had Rufio's name traveled at length without her knowledge? Without her consent? How dreadfully expected. But, no. No, Lakshmi wasn't unknown, nor did she trigger any cautionary reactions. If she felt anything towards the pack Alpha, it was curiosity. In this, a smile stole Rufio's features. "???." The word was yes, though thoughts would be quieted while she further listened to the woman addressing her. "I make appearances when able." Unlike her company, Rufio had no stiffness to her seated figure, nor any saccharine to her vocals. Just the smokey thickness of sultry tones. A voice that belied her calm.
"But you know these pleasures well enough. My company, or the company of other guests- Lakshmi, you needn't flatter me. I'm just another patron making their rounds." The threads of coyness would come undone by the time she softly made the addition of, "Though I wish to speak with you privately at your discretion... If you're so inclined."
The Deltin Royale Casino - Ghostly - 05-21-2015
<img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/PcAJTGe.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]With the ruckus she assumed herself to be causing, which in the long run was little more a couple twenties in repayment for the liquor and a pissed off bartender, Lilly half expected a bouncer to show up in the near future to guide her in a less than polite manner the door. Before that though, she'd be damned if there wasn't a proper Manhattan in her hands; if the lioness wasn't going to teach this fresh off the streets mixer than who would? Whether or not he continued to make her drink over once again because he knew security would be on the ornery woman's ass soon enough, or because he was a damn well trained employee as well as a better person, helped to calm that building fire in her heart. A Simba like herself always felt restless, the fact that she was getting her way would only serve as a light splash of water on white hot coals.
Were her senses not in a consistent haze of self-medication, perhaps she'd have noticed a similar scent to her own coming her way. Under tight control for missions, the concoctions she downed were meant to keep her muscles quick, and her reflexes as fast to match; to have her vicious and ruthless, but controlled and not rabid. A moot point when Lilly disregarded half of what was prescribed and took a custom dosage to cope with the withdraws that came with skipping her regiment. What would otherwise be a well oiled machine was left with grinding gears and rusted levers.
That said, this shifter was no one to fuck around with.
In getting her second beverage of the night, which she had no intention of paying for, the orange maned alpha took up a place at the bar barely arms reach away from Lilly. With Bowie this close there was no mistaking the pheromones he gave off, the general prideful arrogance his held on gleaming features. Lilly almost let out a chiding giggle at the odds, she'd not thought another of her kind would be this far out, but then again, she'd not kept in touch with any pride in quite some time. Perhaps there were more lingering in her vicinity than she ever took note of.
Instead of laughing, she retrieved a pack of matches from an outer pocket of her leather coat. Whether it was empty or not was deduced with a brief shake to hear the rattle of a few. "<font color="e30024]It seems like you're in luck.[/font]" With one in hand, the huntress pressed the head firmly against the counter and struck up a flame for the other Simba without care for what damage might have been done to the property. After he'd get his light for his cigarette she'd toss the extinguished stick out of sight to finally take a sip of what had better have been a fine whiskey with a sweet aftertaste. This taste hit the money so to speak as the glass was kept to her lips even as they curled into a frown at the supposed gentleman's words. Pulling it away ever so slightly she eyed the taller male with a gaze that showed no sign of backing down. "<font color="e30024]He knows what he did wrong, and rightly fixed his mistake. That still costs him the price of my drink, but perhaps not the tip.[/font]" Another swallow of undoubtedly expensive liquor and she'd set the cocktail glass back down, a ring of her bright red lipstick leaving an impression on it. "<font color="e30024]You though, what have you done to deserve me buying you anything[/font]?" A scoff at the gall that this one gave off, clearly accustomed to getting what he wanted, but he'd find that Lilly did not raise her tail just because a man said so, regardless of his rank.
One had to break her knees before she would bow.
"<font color="e30024]The light was a courtesy. Are you really so poor as to not afford even a beer? Certainly the way you act and appear. I'd assume your pockets to be quite full.[/font]" Shrugging, she reclaimed her mixed drink and coyly swirled the contents around while eying him for any reactions he might give her. "<font color="e30024]How about this, let me have that cigarette and I'll consider your offer.[/font]" An outstretched digit from her glass signified the item between his lips, as well as slightly parting her own mouth in a smile to accept it as if expecting him to comply. At this point Lilly had turned on her stool to face the lion, one leg crossed over the other. If anything he'd succeeded in getting her attention away from whatever she was attempting to pull moments prior. Where it went from there was anyone's guess, but Lilly was always a lit fuse waiting to go off as the patrons that had been in the area were either gawking from a new found distance or vacated entirely.
RE: The Deltin Royale Casino - megs - 09-12-2016
Aphrodite was waiting for them near the valet parking podium. The wereleopard was dressed impeccably in a tight indigo dress, her décolletage decorated in matching jewelry that brought out the color in her pale purple eyes. The unusual features were on display, her hair swept up away from her face in a complicated updo. She held a matching clutch in the crook of her arm, and lifted her free hand to finger wave at Sairus through the passenger side window as the navy blue Corvette came to a stop. Sairus smiled at her, opening the door as valet attendants all descended upon the vehicle. "I'm please to see you wore something decent," she complimented, noting the men had taken her advice on following the elite casino's dress code. Sai wore a nicely tailored black suit, accompanied by a crimson colored shirt and tie. He'd even done something about his wild mane of golden hair. Man buns were very popular right now, not that she would have told him so.
Opening her arms to the giant of a man, Sai moved close enough to allow her to throw them around him the best she could and attempt to squeeze the life out of him. "It's good to see you," she said as she released him. "Though, we all wish the circumstances were better." Turning her attention to Owen as he rounded the back of car after handing the keys off to the valet, her features noticeably softened. Wordlessly, she held her arms out to Owen, the wiggling of her fingers indicating that he wouldn't be getting away without his own hug.
RE: The Deltin Royale Casino - saronym - 09-12-2016
With an eager valet holding the door for him, Owen stepped from the sports car his forest green silk tie swinging and with his suit jacket thrown over his shoulder. He nodded his thanks and silently passed along the keys to the attendants and waited for the ticket. A sly grin parted Owen’s lips as he watched Aphrodite squeeze Sairus. He slid his arms into the charcoal grey jacket pulling it over the fitted white button up and pulled sharply at the sleeves, straightening them over a fine silver watch with a black face.
Grey eyes were twinkling under a quizzically arched brow as Aphrodite was inviting him for a hug when she was done with Sai. He stared her down with an amused expression, taking his time buttoning the suit jacket and arranging the pocket square that matched his tie.
He held his arms open palms out, his grin less mischievous and more warm now, as he closed the distance between them. To Aphrodite he gave an enveloping hug. One arm thrown around her shoulders the other around the waist. Owen lifted the woman a few inches from the ground before letting her down again with ease careful not to disturb her hair. He then kissed her cheek just below the corner of her eye.
Owen greeted 'Dite with his usual flirtatious charm as if the circumstances were quite ordinary. As if they were simply meeting up for a night on the town as they had used to do.
“Hello sweetheart.” He backed away from her taking only the hand around the waist away. With his arm still around her shoulders he turned her to escort her into the building leaving Sairus to follow them. “I can tell you missed me, didn’t you?” It wasn’t really a question. It was a statement of fact for her to accept.
“What your husband couldn’t leave the players club to greet me?” He asked glancing around the bustling lobby as they entered.
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Holland was where Aphrodite had left him, seated at the bar, hovering around his drink. His head was tipped back mid gulp when he caught the three approaching from the corner of his eye. He took an ice cube into his mouth and set the glass down before heading over to meet them. Holland made an impressive display in a fitted navy suit vest, cream colored button up, and a burgundy bow tie. Crunching on ice, Holland clasped hands with Owen and offered his to Sairus, as well.
“Looks like the gang’s all here.” He said good naturedly, then winced. Except Julianna. “Well, sort of. You know what I mean.” He looked at Aphrodite for the rescue of his faux pas.