New years at Capital Casino

[Otto Schneider]

Otto had to try very hard to suppress a genuine laugh at Galina's response to Mary, though a slight snicker escaped his lips. He didn't rush to make an excuse, it was clearly intended to at least be a little humorous, it was just that the other people present would have no idea why he found it quite so amusing. It's practically word-for-word what an Invictus would say to an awakening Sire.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that kind of lingo was last relevant with AOL and Netscape." In truth, Otto didn't have a lot of experience with the software in question, but he knew rough timeframes enough to throw out names.

He wore a polite smile as his eyes followed the exchange between Sonnie and Galina. "Or like how 'Zombie' used to be a specific thing from Haiti and is now just kind of any animated corpse? I think I get it." The Priest turned himself away from the two slightly out of a sense of courtesy. He may not have viewed humans very highly but even he didn't see the need to intrude on a potentially private exchange. However, he did grin at Galina's last question. "Hell, I'm feeling lucky. I'm still up for blackjack if anyone else is." He performatively finished off his drink and placed the empty glass on the nearest table, mentally taking note of the nearest restrooms to duck into in the event he couldn't hold the foreign liquid in much longer. With any luck he'd be able to manufacture an excuse to leave after a few hands of cards and make his exit for the night. It had certainly been a novel experience.

[Circe]

"Stunningly Michael," she cranes her neck to shoot him a smile, "You can still treat exploring the web like a Safari. Few long runners like that." Circe hadn't been there for the wellspring of the Internet from academia to main stream, but she caught up plenty quick.


"Oh," Sonja educates the ignorant Italian. She wasn't going to bring up the Irish equivalent of fairies since, well, Fae shouldn't be taunted so easily. As for the talk of queens, that causes her to have some concern. Was Gal a Lost? Or just joking. "It haaaas?" She drawls out. "Oh, I was quite curious since Vegas is so new an all that, banning me before it was built? A little extreme. Oooor they got a number wrong," she winks with a thumbs up."


It really was. The place didn't exist until the 20th century. "Solid advise, never interrupt your foe when she is making a mistake. Sometimes just grab a drink to watch."


She then gives Sonja a thumbs up as the Beast manages to get a phone number. She cheers for her friend: "Bellissimo successo Sonja!"


As for the topic of zombies, Circe actually knew the answer for that. "Yeeeah, Romero gets blame for that one," she points out to them all. "Which is weird, since that old movie called 'em ghouls and not zombies," Circe gives a shrug, "But it is THE zombie movie now. And everything is a ghost that isn't quite physical, but apparently there are a variety to say the least." After a brief bit of ranting she giggles. That was a little odd tidbit she picked up from her contacts. Not the usual ones either: "Props redistribution work, I hear a LOT of idle talk about what monsters were represented by what prop."


As for the gambling, "Sure! Wonder if they'll pat me down for cards again? Let's prepare for trouble, and then make it double, oh ho ho oh!"

[Sonnie Wu]

"Seeeeee? I know shit!" Sonnie was quite proud of herself, in the way drunk people can proud of minor accomplishments that they wouldn't think twice about if they were sober. "And YESH! I would love to go gamblin'!" Galina's talk of queens goes right over her head, however. She was busy thinking about blackjack or something.

She blinked as Galina gave her a phone number, and stared at the piece of paper for a moment before waving it in Circe's face. "LOOKIT! I DID IT! I CAN FLIRT!" It was nice to get conformation, as some part of her was starting to wonder if she could really call herself a Spring Courtier if she couldn't even get someone's digits.

Too bad she's probably have no idea where she got the number tomorrow.

"I-I wanna play blackjack! Hit me! Let's gooooo!"

[Chambers]

The night is filled with drinking, gambling, flirting and raucous antics the countdown to midnight is loud and exuberant and then the party amps up for a few hours before settling down to the truly hardcore all night party animals.

30 days all time to close. Thanks for taking part! was a wonderful read! and hope you had a great time.