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[He's hoping, somehow, that someone'll show up that he wants to see. In the meantime, he's keeping himself busy, getting the casino cleaned up and ready to be opened at five. That gives him a chance to pause and address the video, though.]

The majority of you have probably already been welcomed to the City. Those that haven't, well, if you need a drink and some gambling to keep you entertained, I'd suggest coming on down to my casino. It's called Lucky's, you can't miss it, and maybe we'll offer drinks specials tonight, just because people need something to deal with being stuck in a strange city for a weekend.

[A long pause as he looks away from the camera for a moment, and then back.]

And if I know you... from home... it'd be nice if you'd drop by.

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Yeah, maybe.

[Your ear is interesting, Meyer, let him put his mouth there for a bit.]

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[Okay, nobody's done that for quite some time, so can he really be blamed if it's making him go embarrassingly weak-kneed? Or if it's making him make a little whimpering noise? Hey, he knows what he likes, and that's one of those things. And Charlie does it like none other.]

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[FUCK YEAH SUCCESS. He can feel Meyer swooning slightly, and holds on a little tighter.]

Fucking hell, Meyer, you been getting any in this place?

[He isn't helping the situation at all by kissing his neck now.]

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Some.

[But not enough. And none from Charlie, of course, which really means not enough. If Charlie thought he was swooning slightly before, it's only more intensified now, when he's got his lips on his neck. This probably shouldn't feel this good. He really doesn't care.]

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[He backs Meyer until he hits the bar, leaning in with both hands to pen him in as he keeps kissing up and down his throat.]

The shit you do when I ain't arounds.

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Hey now, it's not like I've been celibate for the last nine months.

[He can manage just fine without you, Charlie. It's just not nearly as much fun. Normally, he might protest against being penned in a little, but right now, he's got nothing to complain about, as long as Charlie keeps up with the kissing.]

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Yeah? Tell me about its.

[He's being genuine, Meyer. He wants to know.

He also wants to put a hand on his thigh, slowly tracing upwards before drifting back down to his knee.]

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Well, there was the birthday party...

[That's pretty much self-explanatory. He doesn't really need to go into detail much beyond saying...]

... there was a threesome. I guess their party planning worked.

[A shrug as he tries to think of other examples.]

There's a guy that owns another club here. Things... happened. Now I've got this woman working for me who's a professional courtesan, and wanted me to be her sugar daddy.

[Yes. What is his life. But he hastens to add--]

I haven't slept with her.

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Yeah? I thinks I'm getting to be one of thems bad fucking influences, finally.

[The hand trails a little higher.]

Glad you had fun on your birthday. You never have enough fucking fun.

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I have plenty of fun.

[Working is fun. Really. And yes, he's just leeeeeaning into that hand a little, don't mind him.]

I just didn't think it was a good business practice to sleep with all my employees.

[He somehow doubts that would stop Charlie.]

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Tell me abouts your birthday. What'd they look likes?

[The hand settles of the seem of Meyer's trousers. Not moving yet, just a steady, heavy weight.]

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It's all kind of an indistinct, blurry memory. There were substances involved.

[He did a lot of heroin with Al, okay? Shhh. Charlie, you're driving him crazy here -- that's why he's trying to press against his hand even more.]

One of them was blonde, one of them was brunette, both of them were tall and had a lot of glitter all over them. It didn't come off the floor for months.

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Broads?

[What? he doesn't know what kind of strippers they got...]

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Yes, broads.

[He's laughing now, because really?]

They did have one stripper at the party that wasn't a broad. That was...

[He shakes his head. He may be standing awfully close to a guy, whose hand happens to be on his thigh, but male strippers just don't do it for him.]

Unexpected and unwanted, mostly.

Aw what a sweet moment going on here

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[ It's early yet for opening, but drop-in weekends like this wait for no man in terms of drinking and preparation. There's plenty to do around the casino to get things ready, and for once it seems someone has shown up before the call of duty.

The keys jangle momentarily before it becomes clear that the door is already unlocked. The latch gives way softly, then all subtlety is cast to the wind when a voice calls out into the darkness loudly. ]

Who's in here?

oh my god, Al, your fucking timing

[dowhatisays]

[Charlie's been doing this long enough that he often leaves one ear open for noises just like that one. The second he can hear the jingling of keys in a lock he's springing back, hand going to smooth down his hair. By the time Al actually makes it into the room, Charlie's leaning on the counter lighting a cigarette. He's also glaring up a store, but for Charlie that's not actually all that unusual.]

What's it to yous?

Re: Fffff hahaha

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[He's managed to fiddle with his hair enough that it's not sticking out at odd angles by the time Al shows up, and he's pretending like he was working on something really important, like cleaning the bar. Unlike Charlie, he actually offers Al a smile, because that's just slightly less suspicious.]

You're early.

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[ He recognizes that voice anywhere. It's not a total surprise to hear it, but the early meeting catches him a little off-guard.

A short nod is given in Charlie's direction. ]

Should I have been late?

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You ain't showed up at all, my day woulda been a hell of a lots better.

[Did you miss this little shit, Al, he missed you.]

Al.

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[He shoots an irritated little glance at Charlie, and then looks back at Al.]

I'm just not used to you being early. It's something new.

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[ Hardy fuckin' har. Both of you, seriously. ]

You and me both then.

[ ...Ah, right. Meyer's in on the Italian thing now, as he has discovered. No matter. He'll just set down his keys and step into his rightfully employed territory behind the bar. ]

You putting him to work or what?

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My name's on the door, figures that means I gets to drink as much as I wants.

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It means you get to drink within reason, yeah. Although I wouldn't necessarily call that your name on the door.

[It totally is. But admitting that would just be sappy.]

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Big man in his own mind.

[ Yeah, he's not refilling your drink anytime soon, Charlie. ]

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Or at least in this fucking bar.

[Fine, he'll just pour himself another shot, then.]