01-03-2019, 10:21 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-04-2019, 12:36 AM by Ivan Sarkozy.)
Ivan laughed at her. "No. Not my first time, gorgeous. But this place has changed. A lot! Might as well be my first time. Wasn't near as classy before. He looked around at the interior. "Definitely no high stakes games." His gaze swung back to her and he took her in. "Or assigned company," he said with a smikw, giving her a frank look that didn't hide his appreciation. She was quite stunning."I think I like the new owners."
Another pull and he leaned back. He was relaxed and he needed to let her and Nox get their flirt on or whatever. It was what he was here for, after all. Wing-man and all that. Course if he had known they'd have someone on them so quickly....well. Not that it wasn't appreciated, but he mighta suggested another place. Less agenda that way. Cuz she had an agenda, as sure as shit. And maybe Nox would've opened up.
Bah. Let the man have his fun. The guy was smart enough, he was sure. Like his little trick with the beer. Ivan filed that away. Definitely showed he was being careful. Clear head.
Well, what was Ivan to do? He looked at the table she pointed life. As it happened, he wasn't a bad card player. His innocent look really did mask things. She was sharp, that one. And he played for money some times. Did alright. Course, a cop's salary wasn't exactly large, by any means. Still, he might go for a few hands. Shadow Nox without messing up his groove.
Guy was a mess that was for sure. A little attention, even if the fake kind, might at least shake something loose. Then maybe the bar next to his apartment. Quiet. Whatever.
He stood, glass in hand at his waist, looking down at her. "You take care of my boy, ok?" There was a playfulness in his tone, but at the same time, he couldn't help the slight bit of warning. Don't mess up my friend. He held her gaze for a moment, grin still there before glancing at Nox. "Have fun, bud. I'm just over there."
He went to the table and took the open seat. A few of the guys looked him oddly, but a girl brought over his chips when he entered his info on the terminal in front of him. Dear god, this place had changed. The girl was another looker. The owners had pull. It wasn't the Kallisti, no. But it definitely wasn't the MIO he remembered.
Girls- bachelorettes at parties, women blowing off steam after work, the 'whooo-hooo' ladies in general- used to frequent the place. And the guys prowling for them. Get a few drinks in them and they really did sometimes jump up on the table with their friends. Just girls having fun.
"Heya fellas." He'd play a few hands only.
Another pull and he leaned back. He was relaxed and he needed to let her and Nox get their flirt on or whatever. It was what he was here for, after all. Wing-man and all that. Course if he had known they'd have someone on them so quickly....well. Not that it wasn't appreciated, but he mighta suggested another place. Less agenda that way. Cuz she had an agenda, as sure as shit. And maybe Nox would've opened up.
Bah. Let the man have his fun. The guy was smart enough, he was sure. Like his little trick with the beer. Ivan filed that away. Definitely showed he was being careful. Clear head.
Well, what was Ivan to do? He looked at the table she pointed life. As it happened, he wasn't a bad card player. His innocent look really did mask things. She was sharp, that one. And he played for money some times. Did alright. Course, a cop's salary wasn't exactly large, by any means. Still, he might go for a few hands. Shadow Nox without messing up his groove.
Guy was a mess that was for sure. A little attention, even if the fake kind, might at least shake something loose. Then maybe the bar next to his apartment. Quiet. Whatever.
He stood, glass in hand at his waist, looking down at her. "You take care of my boy, ok?" There was a playfulness in his tone, but at the same time, he couldn't help the slight bit of warning. Don't mess up my friend. He held her gaze for a moment, grin still there before glancing at Nox. "Have fun, bud. I'm just over there."
He went to the table and took the open seat. A few of the guys looked him oddly, but a girl brought over his chips when he entered his info on the terminal in front of him. Dear god, this place had changed. The girl was another looker. The owners had pull. It wasn't the Kallisti, no. But it definitely wasn't the MIO he remembered.
Girls- bachelorettes at parties, women blowing off steam after work, the 'whooo-hooo' ladies in general- used to frequent the place. And the guys prowling for them. Get a few drinks in them and they really did sometimes jump up on the table with their friends. Just girls having fun.
"Heya fellas." He'd play a few hands only.