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[Jenson Delampe]

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Ah, the casino. Home of the rich and wealthy and the perfect place to spend some extra cash. Jenson, wearing a bright red button up with a black bowtie and black dress slacks, was ready to have some fun. Walking up to the entrance, he put his shades on. As he started to walk in, he was stopped by some burly man with his hand out. "What the deuce do you want?!", thought Jenson as he stared the man up and down. The bouncer was muscular but had a baby face. Jenson was definitely liking what he saw. He bit his lip, winking at him. The man in turn glances at Jenson letting out a slow growl. The man was probably straight, but Jenson had a glow on him tonight. That, and the fact that he could manipulate the man's emotions like it was nothing. Chuckling to himself, he remembered his task and showed the guard his ID. Getting the okay, he started to head inside, not before leaning up and planting a small kiss on the man's lips. He winked as he gave the man a "call me" sign and walked into the casino.

2 hours in, and Jenson was already exhausted. He had been amazing at Blackjack and beasted the slots. He got money that he didn't even need! He ended up giving it to some random newlywed couple. Too bad for them though. He made the money turn into counterfeit money with a snap of his finger. He couldn't wait to see the police bust them. Giggling softly, he glanced at the bar. Getting an idea in his head, he headed into the bathroom. Making sure he picked a "clean" stall, he went in and disappeared into the shadows. Appearing in the backroom of the casino, where the workers hung out, he transformed into his signature look. He became the man known as Armand Cowen, bartender extraordinaire. Armand was muscular and had a face that could make members of both sexes fall for him in a matter of seconds. He got himself situated at the bar, remembering the basics of bartending. He surprisingly liked the job. He gave him easy access to corrupt passing victims. He giggled evilly, making a jolly rancher shot for himself. Taking it swiftly, he was ready to begin his job.

NOTES: The thread debut of ARMAND COWEN! Woot!
WORDS: 3 9 4
MUSE: surprisingly great!
CREDIT: NOTHING_PERSONAL@CAUTION 2.0
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[Christina Hartman]

when the devil wants to dance with you ,
YOU BETTER SAY NEVER

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It wasn't particularly uncommon to find the young owner of the casino stalking its floors, occasionally making small talk with some of the patrons. In fact, she found it quite helpful to remind the employees that, unlike some business owners, she was actually here, and watching, making sure they were performing up to par. And, well, if they weren't? They would suffer the consequences. She finished up a conversation with a 'lovely' newlywed couple -- sickeningly cute, and nauseatingly in love. God, how she'd wanted to tear their hearts out -- who had evidently received a large sum of money from one of the other patrons earlier in the night. As soon as she was out of earshot of the happy couple, she made a quick call to security, instructing them to check the money, and watch that couple carefully. After all, it was quite suspicious that someone had given away their winnings like that... And were something to go wrong? Well, now, that would reflect poorly on the casino. And she would not. Have. That.

Taking a breath to sooth the flash of anger boiling just beneath her surface, Christina continued wandering the casino, her 'pride and joy,' frowning as she noticed what she was fairly certain was a man counting cards. He was several thousand dollars up in his game, which would be nothing under regular circumstances. But his entire demeanor was a bit...off. He was tense, and would cast sweeping glances around the room between hands, his gaze lingering on the guards and cameras in particular she noted, eyes narrowing. Not to mention he played with a level of intensity and concentration rarely seen. Nothing another quick call to security couldn't fix. They had been instructed to watch the man, and forcibly remove him from the premises, stripping him of his winnings at the first true sign that he was cheating. The side instructions, however, mandated a full background check on the man, and a full profile to be delivered to Christina herself. Were it to fit her conditions, the man would end up stripped of much more than just his ill-gotten money, that was certain.

The thought brought a slow smile creeping across her features, as she turned her back on the man. Hopefully, she would have plenty of time to 'get acquainted' with him later.

Her next destination was the bar -- a bit of a problem area, considering it was more of an art than a science to bartend, and keeping track of both the booze and the money was nigh impossible. Her periodic visits generally served to put the fear of god back in her employees...and more importantly still, the fear of her. As she approached the bar, however, her good mood died abruptly, being replaced with fury. Behind the bar -- HER BAR -- stood an unfamiliar man, mixing drinks as though he owned the place. This was unacceptable. Dark eyes shining dangerously, she stalked the rest of the distance to the bar, narrowing her eyes at the man as she approached. "You," she hissed, fingers twitching towards one of her many concealed knives, body tensed, longing to strike, "you do not work here." Her voice was low, and level, yet still managed to betray a hint of her thinly veiled fury. If the man knew what was good for him, he would start running. Not that it would do him any good. She would have him caught, bound, gagged, and waiting, within the hour, to do with him as she pleased. "What are you doing here?"

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