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diversified2015-01-10 10:29 pm
mysterzie) wrote in diversified2015-01-10 10:29 pm
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This is what you want, to belong. [ psl ]
WHO "Aaron" (mysterzie), Jason Marks (blackjackofall)
WHAT Meetcute little shit.
WHEN 2013.
WHERE Las Vegas, Nevada.
WHYbecause Leo is a terrible father what
Things were coming up red tonight. Color was better than none, and that philosophy was serving Aaron well. They weren't always hits, but the roulettes were hot and he had little doubt that it was thanks to the pretty ladies who insisted on blowing on his chips before he'd lay them down. Whether it was because they had a power or were just that lucky, he didn't care. It was fun. This face was a good one, respectable and handsome and adult and everything Aaron needed to be virtually invisible to have a good time.
Laughter and cries of despair were common, but Aaron was attracting quite the crowd. He wasn't cheating (not yet, anyway, the slots would come later) but it seemed like his run of luck wasn't going unnoticed. That was okay. If he started to get in trouble, he would just pop out and let the poor dealer sap deal with the aftermath. Aaron really didn't like dealers and that was what made it so easy to use their faces to get away with whatever he wanted.
"One more time?" he asked, a playful grin spread across his face while he lifted a chip to his shoulder. "I'm thinking... Red 14."
mysterzie), Jason Marks (blackjackofall)WHAT Meet
WHEN 2013.
WHERE Las Vegas, Nevada.
WHY
Things were coming up red tonight. Color was better than none, and that philosophy was serving Aaron well. They weren't always hits, but the roulettes were hot and he had little doubt that it was thanks to the pretty ladies who insisted on blowing on his chips before he'd lay them down. Whether it was because they had a power or were just that lucky, he didn't care. It was fun. This face was a good one, respectable and handsome and adult and everything Aaron needed to be virtually invisible to have a good time.
Laughter and cries of despair were common, but Aaron was attracting quite the crowd. He wasn't cheating (not yet, anyway, the slots would come later) but it seemed like his run of luck wasn't going unnoticed. That was okay. If he started to get in trouble, he would just pop out and let the poor dealer sap deal with the aftermath. Aaron really didn't like dealers and that was what made it so easy to use their faces to get away with whatever he wanted.
"One more time?" he asked, a playful grin spread across his face while he lifted a chip to his shoulder. "I'm thinking... Red 14."
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The guy behind the counter looked at the ID and then to Jace and frowned. "You bullshitting me? There's no way you were born in '74. You trying to give me a fake ID?"
With a sigh, Jace pulled out his badge and slammed it against the counter, looking at the guy with no small amount of annoyance. "Here's some other ID for you, meathead. It's called cellular regeneration and it means I make a very young forty year old dealer, so if you think a government agent's gonna be scamming you, then why don't you take it up with my superiors?"