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Søren wasn't a big money spender, not at all. When he'd been in the family business, he'd had more than enough to spend but even then he hadn't been too into it. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy spending stuff sometimes, but his parents had never been into that sort of squander. Seline had been. She'd liked going out and shopping and letting Søren buy her all sorts of pretty little things. Søren himself hadn't naturally wanted to spend so much, it hadn't some from him spontaneously. It was one of the things she constantly criticised. How could he not shower her with gifts every day? Well, while he could afford it he just thought it was an awful waste of money? She didn't need three dozen bottles of perfume, she didn't need more jewellery than she could ever wear. Why should he buy anything except for special occasions? Every once in a while a nice little trinket to surprise her. Every day, though? She thought differently and at the time he'd been too besotted to notice how alarming it was. Now that they weren't together anymore, no matter what the law might say, he spent even less than back then. Of course, he had far less money, but enough to live in more comfort than the average of people. Sometimes, though, he figured it was good to have fun. He didn't spend it on material things, he wasted it on the roulette. That was probably worse, actually, because he was only buying a few minutes' worth of satisfaction before wanting to go at it again. It was kind of... ridiculous.

It was fun, though, so whatever. It wasn't as if he spent every Friday night here. No. Once or twice a month at most. Maybe it was more than some people would think to be healthy, but he didn't think it was all that bad. He came, had a few drinks, played a few rounds, had some more drinks, played some more rounds, and then left promptly before sunrise. He still wanted to get an hour or two of sleep before having to be up the next day, since it didn't seem fair to him to keep the falcons in their cages all day just because he was hungover. Besides, even if he didn't care about the fairness of it, he would have cared about the beasts' hot tempers and the fact that they might attempt to peck him to death for his transgression. They were very vengeful birds, he didn't know how they'd gotten to that point. He'd raised them since they were little chicks and he'd always been completely fair and kind to them. Like a mother should, and all that. Whatever. Maybe they were just constantly exasperated at him. They were witnesses of all of his less than fine moments, if he was being honest.

Didn't matter. He was halfway through his evening, the second round of drinks, and his gin was tasting divine. Then again, at this time in the night, most things tasted divine in general. He'd lost some money, sure, but nothing he couldn't live without. He just had an awful sense of divination and guessing. Absolutely terrible, the only reason he played was because he was generally an idiot. He wondered if Seers were allowed in. Not that the door guards would have a way of knowing that any guest was a Seer. He was sure there must be someone in Vegas profiting off of that. Laughing to himself, he motioned for the bartender to pour him another drink and finally took a seat at the bar instead of just standing there and leaning against it. There was nothing on the floor to interest him right now anyway.

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Tag: Søren

lucky 88 i don't care anymore

She had come for a meeting with Juniper, and that alone was enough to have her dressed in something a little more... Well, nice, than she normally would have worn. No jean shorts and oversized kimonos right now. No fringe, or turquoise jewelry. She was trying to at least look like she could handle herself in a situation like this. She was young, and she knew that she was young enough that having a pack like she did wasn't really all that heard of, but she didn't think that there was anything other than a need not to be alone binding them together. She had kept her appearance simple enough, she was a working class girl, alone in this world. She was an American wolf that was asking a British vampire if she had space for her, and her pack. She wanted them to help, with everything that was going on here, she knew that she was going to meet with Alex too. They weren't joining up, nothing of the sort, but she did want to talk to the other man, and find out where things stood now. That, and she thought that she owed Larissa a visit after this long.  They would work things out, they would figure out what it was that she was supposed to be doing, and she would make sure that things were well suited to their needs, and abilities. She understood having to prove oneself, and she was willing to do so, but she hadn't seemed to have been excused completely for the evening, and so she had made her way to the bar instead. It was busy, and Tess liked the bustle of people all around her, but the Queen's Revenge was not somewhere that she thought that she really wanted just to be caught people watching. Instead she ordered a drink, and slipped into one of the stools at the bar. There were people milling around everywhere, and she thought that it was nice to see that someone like Juniper could make a fortune for herself in a place like this. She had built this place from the ground up, and while it wasn't nearly the same as a stable, there was something about working with someone that had that same drive to do well, that same stubbornness to watch something succeed, that Tess liked.  She wanted that. She wanted to work with her, and she thought that it would be important to do so. Whether or not she actually made time to meet with her was something that was yet to be determined. The manager of this place had said that the boss would be in soon enough, and that had been a while ago. Tess had to assume that bigger things had come up for the night, and that she would return to meet with the vampire at another time. Maybe speaking to Alex first would do her some good. She knew that the two of them had already met, after all, and she thought that it was something that she could have easily tracked down and worked out on her own. Instead of a business evening, it was turning into a pleasure one, and that was enough to almost regret her fashion choices. In her own clothes Tess would have been much more confident in herself, but this was not the worst thing in the world either. She could manage this, and she would be just fine.  Two drinks in at the bar was something that she hadn't really thought that she was going to be, but when she had come back from talking to someone that she did know, her drink, and her seat, were gone. Instead of getting frustrated by the fact, Tess brushed her long hair back behind her shoulder and slipped into a different seat entirely, this one next to a man that she certainly didn't know. But when he was finished with the bartender she waved him down, "A Johnny Walker Black, please." Whiskey had been the drink of poison for the rest of the night so far, and she wasn't going to change it up now. No way was she going to make herself sick switching alcohols in the middle of a night. Even if she had just had one and a half before this, she wasn't going to take that risk, when she knew that it was possible that Juniper could show up, or have her being watched the whole time she was in here. Nodding to the man next to her she lifted her glass a little in mock toast.

"And running late  
for my funerary date"

    Søren had heard through the grapevine that something or another was going on in this casino. Yes, that wasn't much to go on, he admitted it. Considering that he was somewhat involved in the local crime scene, he would've expected to hear more, but apparently it was pretty exclusive. Magical creature sort of exclusive. He had nothing against that sort of people, really. Merlin knew he had to deal with all sorts when he worked, what did he care if people were human or not? Some people said werewolves were violent and vampires were decadent and veela were unstable. He had met plenty of them over the year and he didn't think they were any worse than anyone else he had ever met. That was to say, their species often had nothing to do with their personality. Yes, some veela were dangerously hotheaded, but he always thought that a pretty face made up for everything. Considering his ex wife, it was pretty obvious that he didn't put much value in moral fibre. Criminals were criminals, people were people. He was a man of simple tastes and simple opinions. Done deal. If magical creatures wanted to run some crime syndicate from inside their casino then that was up to them. The only moment in which he might have an objection would be if they stopped having such good gin, but since that wasn't the case then he really didn't give a rat's ass. The night was young and he still had a round of roulette to entertain himself with.

    Smiling, he looked at the woman beside him. She'd come to sit without a word, which he could respect, and her choice of drink was that of someone who had their shit under control. His older brother had enjoyed a nice Johnny every once in a while, when he drank at all. He raised his glass in return of the toast and downed his glass, putting a hand over the rim to stop the barkeep from refilling it. Yes, he wanted another, but in a few minutes. If it was there, served and tempting, he would down it right away like a second ago. It was a good idea if he wanted to get shit faced, but that wasn't the purpose of tonight. Well... not the primary purpose. He was here to have fun and the obvious choice in a casino was to play a reckless and mindless game like roulette. Another option had presented itself, however, and that was his new, lovely neighbour. She seemed younger than him, but that wasn't truly at all important to him. Admittedly, he was a bit of a slut, but that was not something he was ashamed of. He liked to have fun and he had no expectations of anyone at all, ever. How could he? The only expectation he'd ever had was for Selene not to stab him and he'd been let down even then. He wasn't bitter. Not at all. Of course not.

    He was here to have fun, he had to stop thing about his (not so) ex wife.

    Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. Pretty lady beside him? Definitely a happier thought, yes. Okay, go with that. So he turned his eyes from the game floor to the woman again and offered a polite nod. "Evenin'. Having a good time?" Now he did tap his glass for the bartender to come back. It was just as well, if he was distracted with company he wouldn't go through it immediately. While he may have been a bit tipsy already, never let it be said that he forgot his manners. Not ever. His mother may have raised him to be a criminal, but she didn't raise him to be a rude one. No, none of that. So it was only good manners to introduce himself, right? Yeah, that, right. "Sorry if I'm bothering you. I'm Søren." He tried to offer a smile to make up for any discomfort he may have caused. After all, some women didn't want to be talked to by strange men at all. His smile was often described as handsome or charming or heart melting. So he didn't really think he would be denied conversation, but one never knew. 

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Tag: Still Søren

lucky 88 i don't care anymore

This place was run by a vampire, and Tess thought that if you knew that going in, then you were a little better off. She knew that werewolves and vampires hadn't always gotten along, but that seemed to be changing. The creatures were banding together a little bit. She knew that Alex had met with her too, and meeting with one of the most powerful creatures in the country seemed like a wise move. Tess wasn't really anybody. She wasn't rivaling anyone for power or anything like that, but she thought that it was worth having a meeting. It was worth knowing who the other players were, even if she wasn't sitting down at the table. She didn't want dealt in, she didn't want anything to do with that, but Tess wasn't much of a gambler anyway. Not when it came to her life, and her pack. She would do whatever she could to protect them, and if that meant coming in here, and talking to this little vampire then she would come in here, and she would talk. There wasn't much to it besides that, and really, she thought that now she had to be even more careful.  The last thing that she wanted to do was make a fool out of herself when she didn't know who was watching. She would be keeping her wits about her as much as possible. It wasn't something that she wanted to promote. The negative connotations that came with being what they were were never something that Tess wanted to perpetuate. She didn't think that they needed any help when it came to being worse on themselves. They weren't going to have that sort of protection in their lives, they weren't going to have anything to fall back on if they continued to tear themselves down. Whatever it was that they were doing, she didn't think that it was going to be something negative. She didn't think that they were going to hurt themselves by banding together a little bit, and really she just wanted to hear what the woman had to say. If it was going to be worth it to do this her way, to play by her rules. And if she thought that she needed to. Tess, and her pack, kept mostly to themselves, she tried to stay out of things.  That was the advantage of not being from here. She was American. She didn't have to deal with all of the nonsense that went on in their governments, and overriding this and that and the other. That wasn't her problem. She didn't intend for it to be her problem at any given time. Tess wanted to make a difference, she wanted werewolves to know that they could still do whatever they put their minds to. That this was not a curse. That they were not lesser because of it. But she wasn't going to get that done by hating on every aspect of the government that surrounded her. That wasn't going to get her anywhere, and so she had always much preferred to watch from a distance, and calculate what was going to happen before she made her move. Before she took her stand and decided where she fell on an issue. And there were plenty of issues to work out. There were plenty of things that they were going to have to try and muddle through before werewolves made it out of the depths of society, but they would get there. she had to have faith that they would get there.  Sooner of later. But tonight that was a thought for later. She was much more interested in what was happening at this bar, and the man that she had sat down next to. "Hello." She offered him a smile, knowing that she had only barely acknowledged him when she sat down, but she could be friendly, when she wanted to be, and tonight she thought that she just might feel friendly enough to talk to the tall, dark stranger that was sitting at the  bar. "So far I am, thank you." When he spoke again she shook her head a little bit, "It's not a bother." Tess stuck her hand out towards him to make a proper introduction. "Contessa. Tess." She nodded at the drink that he downed, and the few chips that were scattered across the bar, "Am I in the presence of a big winner here tonight?" Honestly, she didn't know if anyone won in this place, or if the games were all rigged, but either way, she thought that it was a decent enough way to tell him that she was willing to talk, that he hadn't scared her off by trying to have a conversation.

"And running late  
for my funerary date"

    Søren was a sucker for a pretty face, he would readily admit that, and by sucker he did mean quite the total dumbass. It wasn't hard to get him to do things, that way. It wasn't that he was shallow or that he couldn't see that something wasn't alright, but rather that he was quick to dismiss all levels of logic if he was asked to. It was in that way that Celine had managed to root her way into his head and and isolate him from everyone he knew and all he called home. Had he realised what she was doing? Sort of. A bit. He could tell that he was getting further and further away from his family, that something wasn't quite right, but he'd been smitten and she was always around him so it was hard to care about it all. There was a little something telling him that he should be more careful, that he had to put a stop to all of it, but at the same time he didn't really want to. He was a calm sort of guy, he didn't like questioning everything, especially someone he loved. That optimism had brought him to where he was now, but had he actually learned anything from it? Not really. He was still himself and he was still easily led by a pretty face. Søren would admit it, he was a simple guy with simple needs and he didn't much care about making a fool of himself. People who used his desires against him... well, he would deal with the aftermath without complaint. That was why pretty faces were so dangerous to him, there were a lot of people that liked taking advantage of others. The only time he'd actually put a stop to it was... well, Mari, but that was a whole different story. She was barely of age and he was responsible for her. Couldn't go around shagging locked up teenagers, that was another level of low. One he hadn't reached yet and hopefully wouldn't reach either.
    Casinos, though? They were safer for him. People there were actually looking to have fun, usually for a good bet or a game or someone to take home. He was good with all of that, he wouldn't be complaining whatever happened, and if he just went home wasted that night with a lot of losses? Well, at least he had fun. Right now, he was having more fun. It was always pleasant to talk to new people, especially if this new person was as lovely as the woman before him. He wasn't all that drunk, he was steady on his feet and he wasn't slurring his words, so in his book, he was perfectly fine. "Contessa." He tasted the name and then offered her a charming -or at least he claimed- smile. "Sounds fancy. I like Tess better, it suits you." What did people mean when they said a name suited its owner? You look like a Paul. It was nonsense, but in this case, he meant it. Tess sounded casual, warm, almost intimate. Fun, too. The lovely lady's brown hair and the little glint in her brown eyes- it wasn't that she looked like a Tess, but Tess looked like her. In this moment, he didn't think he'd ever met a Tess before but this was the image that would come to mind if he ever heard the name again. Tess, The Original. Hah. "Sorry, that sounded ridiculous. Suits you-" he snorted. "Why do people even say that?"
    Laughing, he ordered himself another drink and sipped it. Then he made a noise and shook his head at the question. "Me? No, no. Big winners are the ones who can put in big money. I'm a medium sized winner. But you don't have to win to have fun. It helps, of course, but there's more to it than winning." Søren offered her a grin and leaned back against the bar, looking between her and the floor. She looked pretty, like she'd dressed up a bit to come here. Maybe she was meeting someone? Friends, a date, something like that. Couldn't say he'd be surprised. Still, maybe she'd like a fun night out with a stranger. Sometimes the anonymity of it helped people let go. It was like being transported to another world, really. Not someone you knew, not someone you had a past with, probably not someone you'd have a future with. Just a small pocket in time in which you have fun without having to mind the world. "What about you, Tess? What brings you out tonight?"

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