Get Rivered

**Perry diCarto** · Nov 4th, 2012 01:48 AM

Perry diCarto was excited for tonight's poker game. He had set up his poker table in his living room and placed a metal case of chips and decks on top of it. Four chairs were neatly tucked in under the table.

Perry diCarto's apartment was exactly what you'd expect a lawyer making decent bank to be. Laminate floors, two bedrooms, a large, open concept kitchen with all the fixings, and a large balcony on which a small hot tub had been installed at some cost. He was on the third storey of three, and while the view wasn't outstanding, at the very least, it wasn't an eyesore. It looked out onto some trees and was at the back of the building. It was a balcony selected for its privacy.

The lawyer slept in the larger of the two bedrooms, which was decorated very spartanly. On each of the walls was a painting of a jazz scene in watercolours from a favorite artist of the lawyer's, and his king-sized bed had a simple black duvet covering black sheets. His wardrobe was a black armoire. Half of it was filled with his suits, the other, his casual wear.

His kitchen was stocked tonight; in his refrigerator was all manner of beers and white wine, in the freezer was a 26 of Belvedere and displayed neatly on a little side table was his other liquors, with glasses out for those who might wish them. Snacks were also available... and he would order dinner shortly.

Perry sat on the couch, watching the sports highlights and engaging in a detente with his cat, who was sphinxing on the other side of the couch and staring at him warily. 6pm was approaching, and he was excited to get started.

**Terri Nutkins** · Nov 4th, 2012 02:08 AM

It had been a while since Terri played poker but in her eyes, tonight wasn't about the game; it was about getting to know other Lost better. It was exciting and a good way to spend an evening. Wearing a short grey-green dress with a floral pattern and little red boots, she made her way from the taxi with her red purse hanging from her arm. After paying for her ride, Terri headed for Perry's apartment and pressed the intercom to announce her arrival.

Outfit

Nov 4th, 2012 12:56 PM

L’aire really didn’t gamble that much, with money. But hey, a cheap buy in, that was okay. Vegas, the Casino Capital of the US worked one of two ways; you either became addicted or could care less about the crap. She was the latter. The Fairest Dancer took the bus till she got to a decent amount of time in walking distance. Wearing ballet flats as usual, jeans and a satain pinkish shirt and a jacket she pulled out of her closet she arrived at the front of the building.

As the Winter Fairest walked up to the door, her mantle had a breezy chill about it. She saw Terri, looking amazing with her little dress. It was perfect on the red-headed squirrel. The woman was highly fashionable, jealous-worthy. She did own a boutique after all, she expected something amazing on the woman. And now the Dancer wondered if she was under dressed as her rhythm carried her to the door.

Seeing as she was waiting, L’aire walked up behind her with a happy grin. “Hey Terri.” Her eyes bright to see the new Autumn queen. “How’s it going? I hope I’m in the right place.” Shrugging slightly. She sucked at directions.

L'aire

**Terri Nutkins** · Nov 4th, 2012 01:55 PM

Hearing her name, Terri turned with a smile as she saw L'aire and leant forward to give the woman a hug, the type she gave to all her friends. True, her and L'aire had yet to get to that level, but Terri was ever hopeful.

She liked the Winter Court, perhaps now more than ever.

"I'm good, thanks, you?" she replied before looking back to the intercom. "I hope so too. I have pressed the buzzer once already, its not like its warm tonight," she laughed.

**Perry diCarto** · Nov 4th, 2012 02:00 PM

Perry picked up the phone when it rang and heard familiar voices on the other end. He smiled and said through the intercom, "Hey! Come on in. I'm at apartment 305."

BZZZZZZZZT. The door clicked, signalling that it was open.

**Heath Moore** · Nov 4th, 2012 10:02 PM

Heath bounced along the path towards the apartment complex from the parking lot. He wore a vest & large tie that gave him the look of a card dealer. All he needed was a green visor and he'd be good to go. "Lllllllllladies," says the Minstrel in an overly smooth overly friendly tone as he stretches his long limbs to slide into place beside them at the door. He knew he could count on Perry to get the girls, what a smooth operator.

A second glance and Heath realized that one of the sexy ladies was in fact the ruling Dread Queen. "Q..q..qu...I mean Ms Nutkins...oh, umm, hello," he says, befuddled as the overwhelming Autumn mantle pressed down upon him. The bushy tail should have given it away, he realizes as he grabs hold of his scattered thoughts. "A fine evening, isn't it. Umm, are you by chance joining Perry for his poker game?" As if she were here for any other reason. Did queens play poker? Poker had queens in it, so why not. And a card deck had jokers, and Perry was turning out to be quite the knave of this affair. Inviting the Autumn Queen. Should he be himself or mind his manners, he didn't know. And he didn't know what Terri was like outside of the Courts.

His glowing-eyed gaze swivels over to the lady beside Terri, a beauty by herself and glowing eerily in his vision. "Oh, umm, hello, I'm Heath. Heath Moore. Pleasure to meet you both." Better to be safe with manners.

Nov 4th, 2012 10:15 PM

L’aire was still new to the hugging business. But it’s not like she’d turn it away. So, she hugged the Squirrel back. “I’m really good.” Which was probably a lot different sounding than it was months ago, but she’d store that nugget away for herself. “And it’s great to see you Terri.” With a very quiet tone, she whispered. “Congrats.” There wasn’t more that needed to be said, L’aire was quite sure the new Autumn Queen knew what she meant. Grabbing the door as it buzzed.

…then came the Harlequin. L’aire wasn’t exactly prepared for the man with the threads. Then again, if he was a friend of Perry’s, the fashion sense came with that. “Yeah, we’re going to the poker game. I see that I’m a bit under dressed.” Thank’s Perry for letting me know there was some dress code.

The Winter Fairest really couldn’t help but grin as the Minstrel addressed them. “Hey, I’ve seen you around Heath. It is good to finally put a name with the face.” Still holding the door, she added. “Perry’s in 305, perfect timing.”

**Terri Nutkins** · Nov 5th, 2012 02:27 AM

"Thanks," Terri replied with a grin as L'aire congratulated her and turned as she heard the male voice, tilting her head at the approaching Changeling with a smile still on her face. "A pleasure to meet you too, Heath, please, call me Terri," she said, hoping to ease his concerns. "As L'aire said, its nice to finally meet you in person."

And what a person. Heath definitely had a certain presence that would not cause boredom. All in all, it seemed tonight would be a fun evening.

As she heard the buzz of the door, Terri entered the building and headed to apartment 305 along with L'aire and Heath. "If its any consolation, L'aire, you look fantastic, and the moment I enter Perry's place, these boots are coming off. They are agony," the Truefriend laughed. When they reached Perry's place, she tapped on the door with the back of her knuckles.

**Perry diCarto** · Nov 5th, 2012 04:07 AM

As the knock came to the door, Perry made his way over. So too did Justice. In fact, the cat seemed excited about the prospect of hanging out with someone other than the Shadowsoul; their detente was merely that. A momentary ceasefire before the beast continued her merciless blitzkrieg of Perry diCarto's life.

The lawyer idly wondered if Terri or L'aire could help. Heath certainly couldn't, last they talked.

As he stopped by the door, he slid the cat over with his socked foot. Justice rewarded him with a claw to the toe as he opened the door and went to sit and watch everyone arrive. "Hey, guys! Come on in!" A broad smile as he stepped back and held it open for everyone.

**Heath Moore** · Nov 6th, 2012 01:54 AM

"Oh, well, I could always take some of my clothes off if that would help," he says, with no surprise, jokingly to L'aire at her mention of being under-dressed. He enters the building and climbs up the stairs with ease, awaiting the opening of the domicile's portal.

"Hey hey, Perry!" exclaims the Minstrel with a wave to his drinking buddy. "Oh and there's a widdle Justice, isn't she precious," cajoles Heath with shameless baby talk to Perry's feline roommate.