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It was going to be a good night indeed, even if Richard Moreau had to throw money at a prostitute and a Mariachi band to get his jollies. The week hadn't started off that splendid for him, but he never complained (aloud), and the ever optimistic and lover of life (and all of the shenanigans included) Richard was determined to make it through, even though the universe seemed to be going well out of its way throw everything it could at him. By the time the end of the week had rolled around, Richard had dealt with a lot of things, mostly ordeals fondly dubbed as 'first world problems' to others, and now, all he wanted, all he desired, was to go out and do what Richard did best.

Galavanting! Cruise the town, maybe a bar or a nightclub, or even a Casino, throw some money around, though with a light touch of liquor this evening, as he would be providing his own vehicle this evening. His Lexus needed some attention and he figured that it was time to 'break in' the back seat- after all, she was new and had yet to experience the thrill of all of the various positions one could pull off back there, and if Richard's guess was correct, he could at least do a quarter of the Kama Sutra back there, depending on the size of the lucky lady or gentleman that would be joining him in that honor.

The ride was smooth, and his destination was set. Upon his brother's recommendation, he set his sight on the Riverbelle Casino, a classy place where all the snooty booties of the city and a little further made their stay, and if Richard was going to pick someone to christian his Lexus, it was going to be someone with style, class, and enough money to pay for any possible damages that might have occurred to the interior if the two of them got a little rough. And where else to look but a place like that?

He was well on his way, when luck seemed to smile upon him, though in the clever disguise of a red light. Reluctantly, he slowed to a stop, and that was when his eyes caught sight of a woman with Betty White curls and a lavish, skin tight dress. With that outfit, it was impossible not to look, and Richard approved of what he saw, even before seeing her face. "Now, there's a lady who looks like she's in the wrong place... I'll have to correct this!"

The place for her was either his passenger seat, or in the back, and without a moment's hesitation, he called to the woman that stepped away from the building. "I hope you don't plan on going too far in those shoes... I'd hate to see them or their owner get worn out while the night's still young. Do you need a lift?"

Richard knew that women these days would have been suspicious of anyone offering them a ride, especially in this part of the neighborhood, and in truth, Richard couldn't blame them. Sure, he was willing to offer them a wild night of shenanigans and sex, but only if they were willing, and he knew that there were some out there that didn't. He suspected he would have to have tried hard to gain a woman's trust, even with how alluring his ride was and how sugar sweet his tone was as opposed to all-out lust that it could have been, but it seemed the woman was full of surprises.

She not only approached his car, but she seemed completely enthralled with his car, and her obvious approval of his vehicle of choice was perfect fodder for his already enlarged ego and sense of being. Even if someone had no interest in him, he knew no sane human being could resist a damn good car (and if they did, then they had little place in Richard's car, much less his life.) So he allowed her to touch his Lexus with both her hands and eyes, but she had deserved that honor, as he worked on phase two.

"I don't know, fair lady, the thought of you worn out could be equally engaging, in its own way. Sometimes one looks their best when they completely cut lose and let themselves go... someday I'll have to try that myself, but you seem to be the type that could very well perfect that." Richard wasn't too worried about appearing forced, as his statement was genuine and he truly meant it. He didn't know her name, but she looked like a fun gal and could just burst out of the constraints, and she'd only look all the better for it. And her wordy explanation of where she was going and how she was planning on spending her evening only made her all the more desirable. He cocked an eyebrow, keeping his hands to himself for now and giving the passenger seat a good pat down, a clear indication that his offer was still on the table. "Well, Venice, you happen to be one very interesting and very lucky lady, as that's exactly where I'm headed, though my goals involve more alcohol and socializing and less depressive meltdowns and minimal loss of life savings. I would be more than happy to offer you a ride, even buy you a drink. Sound good?"

If that wasn't a clear enough invitation, he unlocked the doors and remained idle, even as the light turned green and a car was pulling up behind him. But he had no care for whoever it was; he had eyes and ears only on Venice, though he had enough wit to return the gesture. "My name is Richard. A pleasure to meet you."

Richard liked various types of women and men; shy ones, stoic ones, fun loving extroverts or secluded introverts that he'd have to work his real magic on, of various ages, shapes, and sizes. But it were the quirky, eager, gung-ho ones like Venice that always caught his attention, as it meant one of two things to him. Taking her with him would either lead to a night filled with shenanigans and fun, or would lead to them simply being TOO similar to one another that they'd repel each other to two sides of the city. It was always a risk, one that Richard was more than willing to take.

So, the sight of her gunning across to the passenger side and slipping in without much thought or care made him feel just a tad bit very giddy, but he did his absolute best to express only an eager smile for the vivacious young lady. He allowed time for Venice to get comfortable, as it also gave him a chance to get a closer look at her alluring attire (and the more alluring form barely hidden beneath it), though it would likely earn him a honk from the car behind him.

To a man like Richard, a compliment to his car was like someone giving his ego a gentle stroke, and it certainly had the same effect, though he tried to appear modest, though one could easily see how his ego was bursting from the seams and trying to leak from every orifice in his body. "A lot, I'd imagine, but given how appreciative you are and your great taste, I'd say you're pretty damn close. I'll have to consider the possibility after a few rounds. Sounds fair?"

He may have wanted to have sex with her, but driving his car? He'd have to be completely intoxicated for that to happen, and if someone was going to wreck his baby, then he'd rather have not been the one to do so(and dead as dead could be before he'd see the outcome of that tragedy). Now the guy behind them began to grow a little impatient, but Richard waited a little bit, getting himself situation even when Venice urged him on. Good things came to those who waited, and Richard waited until the light had turned yellow before he released the brake and rolled forward. For those that had the nerve to honk at him for being a good Samaritan? They could wait at the light for another round as far as he was concerned, and wait did the impatient man did, as the officer that rolled behind him would give him no chance to speed after him.

"I was always told it was rude to keep a lady waiting, and lord knows I have no intention of invoking her wrath this evening." Richard said with a sugary sweet tone, to combat Venice's downright predatory nature. Oh yes, this woman was going to be a lot of fun, and she was more than worthy of his back seat, but that would have to wait until later. Preferably, not while he was driving. Sex during Friday night traffic in Destiny City? Bad move, even for the thrill seeker called Richard (though perhaps totally worth it with this one...).

The drive was pleasant enough. Richard had little insecurities about his driving and it was relatively hard to anger the man when others on the road acted like idiots, especially since there was a lady in the car. No, he didn't refrain from cursing or blaring his horn out of respect for her or worrying about appearing bad before her. Simply because she was doing her work for him, and to add his own would simply be overkill and ruin the mood. No, she was doing a great job in keeping him entertained, so much so that he almost forgot where they were going until his GPS chimed in every so often.

When they finally arrived, Richard did his best to swallow his disappointment. He had been to many places before, but this one seemed to not only take the cake, but the ice cream sandwiches and punch bowl too. Still, he didn't want to question Venice's decision, though he would question whoever's recommendation this was when he saw him again. Still, he tried to look on the positive side of things and immediately told himself that whatever the place was lacking in style, that he and Venice would be the ones to liven things up.

The only reason he refrained from departing from the vehicle was because he was waiting for the damned valet to approach his car, as well as Venice's little display. He had to give it a moment to cool down, though there was no cure for the hint of lust in his melodious chuckle as he finally exited his beloved car and passed the keys to the valet as he followed her inside. "No, madam. I assure you, you have read my like a book, from front to back."

A harlequin romance novel, perhaps, but given how open and vivacious Venice was, he felt that there was nothing wrong with that. Some girls liked a little secrecy, while others wanted to flaunt it, loudly and proudly. And depending on his mood that day, Richard liked both. What he liked just as much as sex, though, was a little gamble, and he could not be anymore interested in Venice than he was at this very moment. "I enjoy the occasional risky gamble here and there. Shall we start off with drinks, then work our way around?"

It seemed like a good start for him, at least. The only thing he might have desired more than digging into Venice right now was a nice shot of bourbon. Yes, that would definitely hit the spot!

At least the interior was trying to be pleasing, Richard thought, even though he wasn't quite sure if they meant to be going for a Pirates of the Caribbean theme, or Titanic (and if it was the latter, then a poor choice for a theme given the fate of the famed ship). Still, he'd give them an A for effort, and he was quick to follow the lovely Venice to the bar- after all, he owed her a few rounds, if he recalled correctly. He wasn't too surprised to see her get into the liquor so quickly, as he had the pleasure (and displeasure) of socializing with alcoholics before (pot calling kettle black here), but the amount she was taking in and the speed in which she indulged him interested him. She was on her third or fourth, while he was still enjoying his first of many to come Boulevardier. After all, he intended on driving back home this evening eventually, and he couldn't take the chance of something horrible happening to his beloved car (especially at his own hands).

She had downed her more recent victim by the time she laid out her plans for the evening, and the poke to his chest and its migration lower was the best way to arouse his attention (among other things). It certainly kept his attention firmly on her, though where else would his attention be driven off to since she was practically throwing herself at him? It didn't take a genius to see where this is going, but that didn't make Richard want it any less.

"Dear Venice, you are trying so hard to keep me interested, but I assure you, I could not be anymore interested than I am right now," Richard said, finishing off his Boulevardier and moving it to the bartender for another. While it was being addressed, he considered Venice's offer, and all three possibilities intrigued him, though his favorite option was the second, without a doubt. "I'm not sure about the parking attendance shack, though, but a more comfortable place. That back seat does need to be broken in... though if you prefer elsewhere, I'll gladly save that task for another day."

It didn't take long for him to mull over the little bet, even if he hadn't considered the possibility of him losing, or what he would lose if it came to that. He never thought that far ahead, and he was certain that if her Godiva like beauty and siren charm wouldn't be the end of him this night, then that would have been his downfall. He was always up for a game... why should tonight be any different. "And if you win, besides giving up all of my winnings? Or would that and the attendance shack be sufficient enough?"

Perhaps she wanted to take his baby out for a spin? That would have been met with an immediate no- if she was truly as drunk as she appeared and wasn't faking it to get a rise out of him, then no amount of insurance in the world would dull the pain of seeing his car torn and twisted on the barricade it smashed into. Oh, and likely being dead, of course...

It was such a tough decision! All of which were excellent choices, and there wasn't one in particular that Richard felt he couldn't get the upper hand with, and eventually, he went with the tried and true game of Black Jack. It was a simple enough game for the both of them and less likely chance they'd just give up halfway through and make a scene, which was what Richard wanted to do right now.

With arms interlocked, he led the buzzed lady towards the Black Jack table like the gentleman that he was. The thought of losing seldom crossed his mind and he could imagine the debt being quite hefty with Venice, but he wasn't too concerned. His business was doing good, his family wealthy, and all else failed, he could fire his maid service (something that would make Baldwin as happy as an Irish Wolfhound could be). So, tonight would be a fun night.

He reserved a place for himself and his entourage at the table, and when it came to his turn, he gave the dice a little shake and tossed it onto the table, his method of increasing his own luck a simple, "Show me the money!"

To say it was a nail biter was an understatement, and if asked, Richard was more than willing to admit that there were times when he was certain that he was going to lose. And as much fun as he was having, throwing the dice and talking smack (in a playful manner, of course) to his opponent, he really wanted to win. He hated losing, and it shown in how he held himself and his liquor during the more daring throws, even holding his breath and not releasing until he was certain that lady luck was favoring him this evening.

He wanted to win, and lady luck had tossed him a seductive kiss right on the lips with this one. He held little back from celebrating his victory, even when she gave him a playful push and scattered her chips across the table. Nothing would get in the way of his celebration, even if he had only won by two dollars. "Ah-ha, luck be a lady tonight and all my efforts in woohooing her have paid off! Victory!"

He knew little good would come out of rubbing it in, considering just how physical Venice was, but he could easily blame the bit of alcohol in his system, should she get defensive. Not that he was drunk... yet. That'd likely come later, depending on how the rest of the night went.

He looked to her when she called him a cheater, and his smug look shown through, even when he was pretending to be modest. Modest and Richard in the same sentence? It could not exist! "Oh, don't be so dramatic, m'lady! I assure you I was not cheating, unless you consider having my good luck to be cheating, then perhaps so. Either way, I am the victor... in more ways than one."

His voice had dropped to a low purr, as he wrapped an arm around Venice's perfectly framed body. "As for the reward... I had something different in mind for what to do with my nads. You still up for that the parking attendance shack? Because I was thinking that my car is long overdue for her christening..." He leaned in closer, to whisper in her ear. "And I'd love for you to have the honor..."