Capitol Casino - N. 16th Street
-1 Vitae for Blush of Life
Capitol Casino on 16th Street is a quaint comparison to what Konrad is used to. But it still holds all the familiar aspects of a gambling joint, the press of Kine bodies and the stink of shame. All it is lacking is the haze of cigar smoke since Californians were adament about the removal of tobacco from their institutions. It'll never be like the old days, Konrad laments to himself. If he were still mortal maybe he would have been concerned with issues of health for his aging body. Or maybe he'd be happy just enjoying the draw on the cancer-stick. These nights Konrad is just thankful for the absence of lighters, zippos, and the crackle of fire.
The dim lights hang over a mixture of tables throughout the large room. Crap tables, roulette, poker, all the staples of a casino. There's no big money to be won here, just simple games with small winnings. A few electric game machines run in the back room with their flashing lights and exciting chirp noises provide an additional ambience.
Konrad isn't here just to play, he's scoping out the joint. There may be a few marks here for feeding. And what's more, the winners that leave that evening may find themselves with his fangs in their neck and their pockets emptied. Have to make an unliving somehow, and he wasn't going to get far in the black market without some cash lining his pockets.
Currently Konrad sits at a poker table waiting for another hand to be dealt. Many of the regulars know each other, so Konrad sits alone with the dealer waiting for a few more players to join him.