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its me debz rolled 1 10-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-10)
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 Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 6:54 pm
She snickered with amusement, intensely amused by this development.
"Tell me what he's like! Idn't it polite to ask about your gentleman callers?" It was such a pity that a weapon like that was trapped in a guy like Jerry.
"Won't do no such thing?"
Clearly, she was having too much fun with this. She smirked at Jerry, walking away for just a moment to try...the slots..
Just one last time.
The beeping of a jackpot crooned at her, and she snickered as she collected more and more chips.
Returning to where she'd left Jerry, Clerise smirked at him with a wild look in her eyes. "Today's my lucky day, I guess~"
rolls// 4/10
won// 1000
spent// 20 (drinks)
total// 2000
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Bilious rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 7:01 pm
"He says..." Jerry's face glazed over a moment, watching in fascination as coins spilled out of the machine next to them. He wanted to do thaaat it was such a fantastic feeling. The money was burning in his pocket, begging to be thrust forth for it to multiple.
Some deep, inherent part of his cultural upbringing said no, no, run while you're ahead, but his hand was already feeding a dollar into the dollar machine by his stool, "Uh. Wait. I wasn't listening, ahahahaha I don't know but- wait. Gentleman caller? Oh, no no no I'm not- he's only- he's an idio-" He flinched, covering his ears as though that would help the onslaught of howling in his head.
He only flinched when suddenly there came that same intoxicating DING DING DING of a jackpot.
Spent: $2.50
Winnings: $2000.50
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 7:51 pm
Marcus just kind of...stared at the pair of them before pulling the lever.
"Okay, you guys..... seriously are you breaking the machines I mean what the hell."
Coins came tumbling out and Marcus was left staring at the machine like he'd broken it.
"............................" He took another drink.
Spent: $30
Won: $1050
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Total: $1020
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Pixie Nyxie rolled 1 10-sided dice:
10
Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 8:39 pm
Dakota gulped another drink as it passed by when he saw Jerry, Clerise AND MARCUS WIN.
"What the hell guys! You guys putting something in the slots that I should be?"
Just as he heard it, the ding of jackpot and change falling out, Dakota looked to the heavens....
"Dear Native american god Napi, Please don't be a trick and thank you for the gifts from above from my brethern." Dakota sneezed.
WAS THIS A SIGN?
WHO CARESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. He just had a 1000$
"I need to play again!" He waited....."I NEED ANOTHER DRINK."
Rolls: 7/10
Total: 492$
Spent: 55$ (Drinks + Games)
Won: 1130$
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iStoleYurVamps rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 9:58 pm
Marcus just shoved the last of his drink into Dakota's hands. "Here." He was feeling warm now, and was pretty sure the drink had something to do with it. But...maybe winning did as well.
"I'm going to play a bit more... Then get lobster. ******** really want lobster." A pull and he watched, slightly mezmerized at the wheels came to a slow spin.
"....................."
He won.
Again.
Grabbing his booze back from Dakota he finished it, flagging down a waitress to ask for help.
"I a going to get all the ******** seafood this place has to offer holy ********: $35
Won: $2050
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Total: $2015
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 10:06 pm
Imagine the look of horror on Wilson’s face as everyone suddenly began to hit the jackpot over and over. His own winnings were casually tucked into the pockets of his jacket, but he refused to pull down the lever again. Refused. “Wait. Guys. Don’t you think that this is getting a bit suspicious?”
They were totally going to keep gambling weren’t they.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 4:28 pm
While he cashed in his winnings, Marcus was still eying the slots but.... SEAFOOD. Clams. Fish Fillets. Prawns. Lobsters. Like hell he was going to pass it up. Winning in hand, the bachelor went to the buffet and got himself a platter loaded with the most he could be allowed without it spilling over.
One whole lobster, three crab claws, one salmon steak, steamed garlic clams, honey glazed pawns, smoked halibut. Marcus hadn't had anything like it ever. He'd had lobster all of once, just a taste. Salmon once when he was 16. The rest were rare delicacies. To hame them piled on his plate and near falling onto the floor? Slots could wait, he was in HEAVEN. <******** suspicion. He had his lobster.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 6:26 pm
Three showgirls had gathered near the hunters, each of them covered in silver and gold spangles, feathers, and not much else as they moved about on ridiculously high heels.
"Oh, you really know how to take charge don't you?" The brunette purred as she leaned down to look at Jerry's machine, flashing a bright smile and a lot of skin.
The red head brought Marcus another drink to wash down his food, "On the house, spicedrop. Always good to see a man with a good appetite."
Wilson suddenly found slender arms wrapping around his neck, and the blonde showgirl giggled merrily in his ear, "There's nothing wrong with a little happiness right?" She giggled again and her hair slid back, revealing a delicately pointed ear, "Just relax and have fun. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." Her perfume, an odd scent of mint and spice, enveloped him in it's JOY.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 9:31 pm
"T-take charge?" The drunken hunter glanced up from the twirling lights and buzzing victorious music and sexually frustrated howling in his head that silenced when his eyes settled on a whole lot of cleavage.
"I ah..." He gave an uneven blink. "Well I seem to be luckier tonight than usual!" He squared his shoulders and straightened his tie, scooping his fresh winnings into more cups- goodness, if he still lived in the mundane world he would never want for laundromat change again. He had so much money! He wasn't sure if he had ever held this much money at one time in his entire life. Arbitrarily doing his grandmother's bookkeeping had been disconnected and impersonal.
He should bring Sasha back something nice. Something REAL nice!
The scantly clad was still there. Had he done something wrong?
I suppose I could settle for this one, still better'n your skinny little waif.
He scrunched his eyes closed, giving the whistle under his shirt a firm slap, "I said shut up!"
He blinked again, "Wait wait you're a lady! Ah... Whaddyou get real... real sweet girls? As presents I mean..."
For a brief moment he imagined a flute cozy, and promptly snorted with giggles.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 10:32 pm
Marcus looked up from his plate with half confused look before he promptly tweeted to Dakota. But not before tweeting a bit on other things. But his tweeting done, he wiped his mouth and thanked the showgirl. He was going to ignore boobs. He just... yeah...gonna go back to food. Food was safe. Food didn't make you think of boobies. It just made you think of how food at Deus sucked and Vegas was the best.
He grabbed way to much but ******** who cared? Not him. He was out of ******** to give. Still, the drink was not left untouched, as he took a testing sip before saying ******** it to that too and taking a good gulp before getting to work on the salmon.
Seafood.
Eat food.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 10:36 pm
Dakota had stepped away from the slots to get a couple of drinks. And had been caught up with some guys wondering one: Why the ******** he had slinky redhead known as Clerise on his grill and two: Why the ******** he was walking away from the slots with 2000$.
His whole crew was hitting the jackpots.
He shrugged the guys off and walked back, another drink in his hand for his Moon brother when he saw the three unlikelest guys with bitches hanging off them.
Those little snatchers.
He grinned as he came over, thrusting the drink in Marcus's Hands and said...a little loudly...
"Drink up Married man......." Dakota smiled sweetly at the woman and slipped his arm around Marcus's Shoulders. Never mind he was on his way to being PLASTERED. "Look unless you like to share Red....He's taken."
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 10:38 pm
Wilson stiffened when he felt arms wrap around his neck. W-What? He turned his head slowly until he found a woman next to him and standing very close. Very, very close. Wilson could hear her giggling in his ear and he was very confused about what the hell he should be doing next, so he just stood there. Maybe he even slipped out his phone and tweeted something.
“Uhhh well yeah I suppose, but uhhh I mean—should you really be this close to me?” He might have noticed her pointed ear, but he was too busy smiling uneasily and laughing awkwardly. “Stays in Vegas. Right.” Why did that sound so tempting—NO he already had Em. A;skdf;asfa
What do?
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 10:44 pm
Finishing off the drink, (and then a shot of whiskey, s**t was good), Marcus looked up at Dakota. "I'm not married...." He grinned. "Yet. And what do you mean share? Share you?" He blinked, drink giving him a small burp he tried to cover with a cough, "'Why would I share you? That makes no sense Dakota."
He huffed, "No sense."
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 10:49 pm
Dakota blinked as he finished his drink as well before grinning, obviously getting much closer to the Moon hunter then comfortable for most.
"Being engaged is close enough to being married." Dakota grin only widened as she blinked at the red head, "Guess you heard the man, Sharing is caring and apparently...he does not care. However...." Dakota urged the red head after looking at the the tweet from Wilson and smiled.
"See that little asian over there? he's got a hard on for red heads as pretty as you." He pushed her away and then came back to Marcus with a sigh.
"It doesn't make sense man. It doesn't. Want another drink bro?"
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 10:54 pm
Gale, of course, arrived very late to Marcus' stag night - not that he was even really sure of what he was doing there in the first place, considering that a) he was underage; b) he really didn't care about strippers or drinking or whatever else they did in Vegas; and c) he was underage.
But he was here to support Marcus, right?
...right?
When he arrived at the location it seemed as if everyone else was already there - and already plastered, by the looks of things. Dakota, swaying back and forth, was hanging off of the groom in question, who was in the process of stuffing his face with what looked like some sort of fish dish and ignoring a redheaded woman scantily dressed standing beside him. Wilson stood a few yards away, redfaced and staring blankly at curvy blonde with her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and Jerry was standing in front of some sort of flashy machine.
...Gale wondered why he didn't just turn around and go back to Deus right now.
Marcus, he reminded himself, sliding his hands into his pockets and sighing. This is for Marcus, okay? He's one of your best mates and you've gotta be supportive of him.
<< ...you really think you're gonna get away with being in here? >>
...I really won't care if I'm kicked out. It'll give me an excuse to go home and read or something.
<< You certainly live a wild life, don't you? >>
Gale made his way towards where Marcus was, glancing at his watch as he did so. When he arrived close enough for the other to hear him, he stood behind him, leaned around, and promptly slipped the drink Dakota had just given him out of his hands.
"Having fun, are we?" Gale asked idly, eyeing the now empty glass as he dangled it from his fingers.
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