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Jerry shifted, debating how to answer before offering her his pack, "I work here."

She took one, examining the brand, before popping the sig in her mouth. "We all work here. You mean you work in the casino?" She asked, before making a flicking motion with her hands and thumb. "Light?"

She lit her cigarette, inhaled, and leaned back, watching the light a moment and then at the man as she blew out. "Yeah. Ain't just no janitor being called to this meeting. What else?" She asked, taking her drink and tossing the shot back.

Melvin was beside her, staring at his whiskey and then passed it back to teh bartender. "I wanted it from an unopened bottle?" Whether used to requests like this or not wanting trouble, the bartender set a unopened bottle of whiskey on the counter, opened it, and poured into a fresh glass before handing it over with some ice cubes.

Melvin frowned. "Where do the icecubes come from? Is it filtered water?"

There wasn't much that unsettled the drug dealer. Faced with violence, sex and drugs nearly every day, he'd thought he'd seen every sort of 'scary' there ever was.

And then Rep turned that predatory stare on him.

There was a brief pause where Nuk legit forgot to swallow his drink. His eyes flicked to the three-finger salute briefly, processing the gesture for half a second before flicking back to the redhead's expression, processing what it meant. He was, by no means, a smart guy -- on a scale of Melvin to G, Nuk probably ranked only slightly higher than the gargantuan man. And while he was pretty dense, overall, when Rep's eyes wandered over his body like that, echoed closely by a devilish smirk, there was no way in hell he could miss that message. Time stood still for the shapeshifter as the redhead turned to saunter away, every muscle in his body completely stiff as he stared, completely and obviously thrown off guard.

And then time started moving again. The chair tilted just a fraction of an inch too far backwards, and Nuk practically spilled out of it, banging the table and stumbling a bit before barely catching himself on his feet, the chair crashing loudly to the floor. Brushing the spilled drink off the front of his jeans, Nuk cursed under his breath, looking around a little shadily to see if anyone noticed that.

Did he have a death wish? Getting ANY SORT OF INVOLVED with the Boss' boytoy was probably the stupidest thing he could have ever done.

Jing was indeed enjoying the view from the bar as he curled his lip at the going on's in the hall. "Like one big soap opera out here." he mentioned dryly to the fellow patron soaking in the view, nudging Malodore with his elbow lightly.

The mother of all dramas decided to make itself known right on the floor, something that had the grinning fool stopping in mid sip to watch the signals fly."Well." pausing to soak it in with an arched eyebrow and placing the glass back down on the counter before it outright slipped from his hands. "Thats something." he murmured quietly.

Where was G when you needed him, he would be glad that there were two trying to 'keep it all in the family'.

The fun of working in a casino was loading the deck, and that was another ace up his sleeve. If there was anything that was drilled in Jing's head, it was the indisputable fact that

the house always wins.

The senator. Gargantuan wasn't sure how he felt about approaching such a powerful woman, but he think he'd deserved a drink tonight. With an awkward, thin sort of smile, he took a seat next to her, resisting the urge to crumple his hat in his hands again.

"Senator. Ma'am." He rumbled, fixing his eyes on the rim of his drink politely. "Nice, uh. Nice evenin'."

Stupid. He was nervous though, talking to someone so important. Better to be safe than sorry.

"You--you uh, known the boss long, ma'am?"

That was when the crash filled the room, and Gargantuan's face drained of color. He spun, half expecting to see a knife embedded in someone's throat--but there was only Nuk there, looking a little hunted.

Studying the young man uncertainly for a moment, he turned his attention back to the senator, apologizing gruffly for the interruption.

"Royal always comes to the highest standard of quality." His standard. Just asking bothered him. "It wouldn't lax in quality, and those imposters are already getting handled." Jordan wouldn't like to him after all.

He narrowed his eyes at the man speaking with him. "Who are you? I don't know you? Does everyone here know you?" Could he be a double agent? Someone working for the FBI to take him.

"A wave is many things, gentle and calming, rough and violent and everything in between." he said, feeling poetical in the moment with the fellow patron and giving a nod at the person joining them at the bar. The glass on the counter sounded with a chime as the ice settled into a better position, blending with the fold. It was enough to keep Jing going. "Tell me good sir, are you content just watching the waves pass by, do you feel the urge of ever making some of your own?" he asked, probing to know more about the people he had to see ever so often.


The main show still continued on the floor, courtship, act one. If only they could show this in the casino theater. But he continued to keep an eye on it, a free show of this magnitude was a rarity.