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iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 10:27 pm
Marcus was leery. Two shots and he was ignoring the small warm feeling he had. He didn’t want to get drunk but Dis was kindly suggesting he should, not to mention the fact that in order to deal, he probably would have to get drunk. They had Rep, Robert, Jerry and Dakota of ******** sake. They were a walking disaster and they were in Vegas. If they all lived through the night, Marcus was going to consider it a miracle.
The hotel was of course, connected to a casino, but in looking over to it, Marcus had turned and said very loudly, ‘Nope’. He wasn’t about to gamble in the same one they were staying at. No way. No, he wanted to go to the one he saw from the window. Why? The building. The renaissance style décor lured him in, and the vast aquariums kept his interest. Not to mention, while he might not admit it, the seafood bar was a selling point. Cost? It was starting to become arbitrary.
The walk over was uneventful aside from the occasional looks, and Dakota point out feather dancers. It also helped that the Casino was a block away from just what Clerise wanted, the Cirque de ********. “Okay, we’ll spend… two hours here and we can meet up at the bar? Then we can go hit the Cirque followed by the feathered dancers. Sound about good to everyone?” They had already gotten carded and well.. it was rather surprising that they all passed.
(From here- Assume your dudes have been carded in and are at the Casino~ If you're late can say they just caught up~)
(( PLAYING SLOTS/BLACK JACK/ WHAT HAVE YOU: Roll 1 d10, 1-4 nothing, 5-6, chump change/Break even, 7 20 bux, 8 30 bux, 9 100 bux, 10 1000 dollah <-- As provided by Liz
ALSO: limit to 10 rolls))
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 11:23 pm
Just before he had left the room, Wilson had decided a couple sips of alcohol couldn’t hurt. It looked like he would be needing it. It was almost as if he could give himself a headache by imagining what sort of troubles the group would find itself tonight. The man kept smiling anyways as he stumbled out of the room and into the casino. He curiously eyed the machines, blinking animatedly and constantly ringing in his ears. Admittedly, Wilson had never been to Vegas until now. This would certainly be an interesting night, if anything.
He shot Marcus a curious look as they went to the casino across from the hotel, but okay he could understand that. There were logical reasons for this. Wilson could respect that. Most of his attention was to his cellphone as he continued to churn out tweets. God, he really shouldn’t have left behind the drink Dakota left him, but he was determined to not get drunk tonight. Not when he told Cass he’d make sure Marcus didn’t do anything funny while drunk. He was going to keep his word, dammit.
“Sounds good to me!” he answered, looking up at Marcus briefly before checking his phone again.
Wilson. Why.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 11:26 pm
Robert put his phone away and came storming from behind, as soon as Wilson walked in, and grabbed a hold of the man from behind, putting him in a headlock.
"HEEEEEEEEEEY CHARLIE, HOW YOU BEEN MAN, IT'S BEEN LIKE TWO YEARS HUH? HOW'S YOUR GAY LOVER? STILL GAY?"
He was speaking loud enough to boom over the dull roar of the noisy casino, and achieved several funny looks. Then he gave Wilson the cheekiest of grins, and pinched his cheek.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 11:29 pm
The tweet from Cass and the reply from Robert...
Marcus was done.
You're in the ********> the lobby.
Without saying anything, the moon trainee walked right up to Robert and punched him right in the face.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 11:35 pm
For a moment Wilson thought somebody was trying to choke him from behind. For a moment he had horrifying flashbacks of Allan nearly choking him to death during his promotion. Then he remembered he was in goddamn Vegas, not the training fields.
He tried to turn around to look at Robert with a mixture of suspicion and confusion. What? His name wasn’t Charlie and he hadn’t even known Robert for that long—oh. Wilson turned toward the crowd, pursed his lips, and said nothing as he put on a poker face. Focus on the positive things: he wasn’t drunk yet and things weren’t on fire. The trainee threw Robert a weak smile while rubbing his pinched cheek. Ow. “Ah, yes. He’s still…gay. I guess.” Wilson quickly switched between his phone screen and Robert. What was he trying to accomplish with that? He took a step away from the other man.
And then Marcus punched Robert and Wilson was close to freaking out. “Marcus! Uhh w-what’s wrong??”
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 11:39 pm
Oh my God, Wilson was just going with it. Robert grinned like a fool and opened his mouth to say something more, but it was shut by a solid punch across the face, that could have possibly dislodged a tooth somewhere. Either way, it was a good, hard punch, and it had him leaning back at the force of it, stumbling a few steps away from Wilson, and holding his now reddened cheek for a moment. His expression was a mystery, hidden by the shadow of his hair, and the cover of his hand.
Until he suddenly turned to Marcus and a feral smile curled his lips upward. And oh yes, there was that missing tooth! At least it was somewhere in the back.
"OKAY, MY TURN!" He yelled out like a kid in a candy shop, and barrelled towards Marcus, head down, powering through like a football player.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 11:40 pm
Jerry was still feeling dapper, and still completely buzzed with both excitement and the rest of the mini bottle that had been tucked in his pocket. He'd need to pick up a few more. This was great! This was fabulous! New suit, new cane, newly resolved love of life.
Yes, things were good. This was a great party already.
He drifted after the others as they made their way to the casino, sending Jordan and the others a text to let them know where to meet them.
Then continued to dance a bit, leaning on his cane as he went. Everywhere they went there was new music, it was great! He hadn't heard an MP3 player let alone a radio in what felt like ages! And through some fo the doors came LIVE music! It was all he could do to trail behind, but at least Robert's suit made it easy to spot the group.
By the time he caught up, he was giggling.
Robert looked like a moon-man.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 11:46 pm
Knocked back and onto the floor, security would be on them in no time but did Marcus care a whole lot? Nope.
Nope nope nope.
Robert was married and he joked about kissing Cass and-
You're being a ******** dumbasssss~
He was, but you just didn't joke around like that. You didn't. And thus, Marcus though Robert was being a right d**k and totally deserved the punch and any other one he was able to land. "Get the ******** off me you damn gorilla!"
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 11:48 pm
The damn gorilla started tickling Marcus.
And making gorilla sounds.
It needs to be pointed out one last time that Robert is currently completely sober.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 11:49 pm
"Alright, Rocket-man, no killin' the man of the hour before he at least plays a few slots!" Jerry was still giggling as he finally limped forward, leaning on his cane as he tried to nab the gilded barrel of a man by the shoulder and pull him back. "Even if it's with tickles!" There were ladies with feathers for that, right?
Look at you, Alpha Wolf. Not even a hint of shame there.
SHUT UP shut up he was having a good time.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 11:52 pm
Wilson didn’t understand Robert. He really didn’t. There was silent panic in his eyes as he wondered if Marcus and Robert would fight, but nope. If Robert was tickling Marcus probably not. That was a relief.
But then he noticed Jerry was singing a song and acting very, well, drunk. He really should have realized this from Jerry’s tweets. Wilson just stood there, between both the duo and Jerry as he considered his next course of action.
He pursed his lips and stared back at his phone to make another tweet.
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Posted: Mon May 28, 2012 11:57 pm
There was a sudden string of curses as Marcus realized what the s**t Robert was doing.
Oh oh! So he's into that, grab his a** an-
Even as Marcus laughed he still tried to punch if just to get away. <********. STOP I- AHAHAH ******** IT ROBERT-"
He was trying to shove the guy off. "YOU DONT GET TO KISS CASS ASSHO AHAHAH ******** HELL STOP."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 12:03 am
Marcus managed to shove Robert off, and Jerry was tugging on his shirt, which.. wasn't doing much, but he stood up as if to make it seem like Jerry had any ability to do so. His hands flew into the air, claiming innocence. "Okay, okay, no kissing Cass. I gueeeeeeess, if you declare me winner, I will just let you have the winnings this time. I GUESS." He giggled like a child (a giant, fully grown man-child), and turned around, looking at Jerry.
Were there bubbles coming out of his mouth?
"Sup lush, you get laid yet?"
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 12:09 am
Jerry's face went red, wobbling a bit on his feet as he blinked up at Robert, "M'not drunk YET!"
Yes, you are.
Shut up.
Roar snickered, keeping an eye out from where he hung poking out under Jerry's new tie for any sign of the buxom red-head. Keep drinking, Jerry.
"And ah... not... laid as such but I got a fancy new cane!" He waved it proudly. "Jordan's er... off with," He coughed, "His boys. I don't even know ah... but they wanted some alone time and said they'd meet us. Don't worry, I texted them where we are."
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 12:29 am
With Robert off of him, Marcus got up, looking miffed. Not cool Robert, not cool.
Dumb assss~
He had been, which upset him more.
"Low blow. You're married already anyway, 's not cool to joke about that. " He was grumping. Grumping about having dug himself into a hole. Still he couldn't hate Robert, not for being simply who he was. "I'm going to grab some food and then hit the slots. Sorry Jerry I ah... budgeting for the wedding. I am not exactly loaded right now."
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