Meyer Lansky (
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poly_chromatic2013-03-16 08:46 am
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9th Opportunity :: Action/Video
[Meyer doesn't always take a day off work. In fact, this is his first day off since the casino opened. That's why, on this lovely afternoon, he's wandering a little aimlessly now, cigarette in hand, looking for something to pass the time that isn't work.
For awhile, he wanders around the area by the fountain, occasionally stopping to sit down and write something down in a tiny spiral bound notebook, then standing up and wandering again. After awhile, though, he seems to get bored, and turns on the video to ask a question -- or rather, make a proposition.]
I'm going for drinks. Does anyone want to come?
[It may be a bit early in the day for drinking, but it's his day off -- this is what people do on their days off, right? With that question posed to the entire City, he strolls off in search of a bar that has relatively inexpensive and plentiful alcohol.]
For awhile, he wanders around the area by the fountain, occasionally stopping to sit down and write something down in a tiny spiral bound notebook, then standing up and wandering again. After awhile, though, he seems to get bored, and turns on the video to ask a question -- or rather, make a proposition.]
I'm going for drinks. Does anyone want to come?
[It may be a bit early in the day for drinking, but it's his day off -- this is what people do on their days off, right? With that question posed to the entire City, he strolls off in search of a bar that has relatively inexpensive and plentiful alcohol.]
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[That's the problem with being a quick learner -- now he has all of this musical knowledge from a time not his own.]
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Oh! I know. [She begins to sing herself, slightly louder and a little more off key than she would with far less alcohol in her.]
By the light of the silvery moon,
I want to spoon, to my honey I'll croon love's tune--
[She looks at him encouragingly to join in.]
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After a few seconds, he joins in, reluctantly at first. His voice actually isn't bad, though he'd never make a career for himself in singing, and he's probably singing too loudly. And remarkably, he seems to know the words, or at least most of them -- the ones he doesn't know, he fills in with mostly in-tune humming.]
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See? You're great. You should do a duet with me on stage some time.
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[Sometimes he sings when alone, but only sometimes. That's probably the most singing he's ever done in public, and now his face might be red from a little more than just alcohol.]
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[Which surprised him. He didn't go out drinking with many people, even back at home.]
The singing's still debatable, though.
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I'll take that as another compliment.
Aw, the singing was fun.
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[He's still smiling though.]
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I'd ask what those more creative things were, but I'm not sure I want to know.
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[He likes her. And he likes the money that he makes from people coming to see her sing. What could be a better combination?]
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