16167/Demons Playing Poker

Demons Playing Poker
Date of Scene:	24 October 2023
Location:	Somewhere Metropolitan
Synopsis:	Luck favored the bold and beautiful tonight, and left a pair to celebrate their shared victories!
Cast of Characters:	Thomas Blake, Rien D'Arqueness

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Thomas Blake has posed:
The sushi bar is nondescript and unimportant for our story. the sushi is good however. The story begins behind a certain red door, accessed through the kitchen. Thomas Blake is known and enters through the back door or he would if anyone answered. There was a large party in the front. They seemed determined to deplete the restaurant. Thomas knocks again a little impatient. He considers pulling his phone and calling the boss. then sighs and waits in the alleyway, collecting himself.

Rien D'Arqueness has posed:
Rien has been trailing a demon all around the city, from home to office to home to club to home to office to this sushi bar. Waiting for the perfect time to 'deport' it back to Hell. When she heard about the poker game going on in the back from two of the servers who didn't realize the blonde spoke Japanese, she ducked into the bathroom. A quick glamour changes her top and leggings to a fitted blue cocktail dress and a pair of sparkly gold heels with a matching handbag. Pulling the tie from her hair, she runs her hands over face and hair to give a little more oomph in the makeup and golden locks. A brief pass over herself to add gold and sapphire jewelry accented with diamond chips, and she gives a nod into the mirror.

Making her way to the back, she slips into the kitchen, intent on magicking the door open if need be... until she spots a familiar face. Lips curving into a smile, Rien approaches Thomas, slipping her arm through his as she sidles up to him, letting that French accent purr out. "M'sieur Blake... a surprise to find you here. You enjoy poker? I heard there was a game to be found..."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake heels the arm slip into his, the warm female presence sidling up to him. The scent, natural. that and the accent gives away the game. "Rien," he says, before he turns. He does turn to check his prediction.

Then he smiles, looking at the petit and very athletic blonde. He leans down to plant a polite kiss on her cheek. Hey, you get into Catman's personal space you get some loving or knifed. He wouldn't knife her. In fact this is quite pleasing.

"You received an invite? I had no idea you played cards. If I knew, we wouldn't have wasted time in a coffee shop."

Rien D'Arqueness has posed:
Rien tilts her face up for the cheek kiss, then turns the smile towards him, "I heard about the game, but it would seem all the slots were filled already." She offers up a small moue of her lips, then adds, "I had hoped to show up on the chance someone dropped out at the last moment, but perhaps this is better."

She lets her fingers play down along his forearm, "If they allow me in as your date, I can make acquaintances to receive an invite to the next." Rien chuckles softly and smiles up at him, "Your interest was clear, cher. It was poor timing for us both.. perhaps tonight will be luckier, hm?"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake smiles more, looking down at her. Then emboldened by her utter Frenchness, he leans down to kiss her lips saying, "If you're be my date, perhaps a quick practice kiss is in order." His free hand caresses her cheek.

And the effing door opens. Thomas stops caressing, holds a finger up in the universal sign for 'wait a g-d d--n minute' before he turns away from Rien to let her enter before him. The dress he notes is as good going as coming.

"Mr. Thomas Blake. This is my date for the evening. I clean forgot about her and, would you leave her behind?" His arm slips around Rien's waist. this seems agreeable to the players and staff and there are a few 'escorts' there. So far no cards on the table. Drinks are being passed around and hors d'oeuvres. Thomas takes a seat.

Rien D'Arqueness has posed:
Lifting a hand, she curls her fingers around the back of his neck as he leans in to steal a kiss, keeping him there to let it linger for a few more moments. This is no practice kiss, not anymore. And of course, that's when the door opens.

Laughing softly as they linger in the closeness, Rien turns a coquettish smile towards the doorman as she's ushered in ahead of Thomas. That dress fits her like a glove and she works it *very* well.

When he pulls her in close, she turns into him, nuzzling up under his chin and bringing a hand up to rest against his chest. She smiles when they accept her presence and she moves with Thomas to join the others at the table. Instead of looking for her own chair, she slides in smoothly to sit in his lap, her petite size allowing her to tuck up under him neatly so he can still play without losing his arm candy.

Nuzzling her lips up along his neck towards his ear she murmurs softly, "The man in the red shirt and silk suit is a demon.. I do hope it will not ruin your evening if I send him back to Hell... we can wait til after the game."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake lets Rien take her liberty with him. He returns her nuzzling with a quick kiis, feigning impatience to begin. He leans in to whisper, "Wait till I take his money and I'll help." He accepts his cards, resting a hand on her thigh. He's making it look good of course!

Well, maybe he has other reasons. As for the game... red shirt is going down. He lived with a demon princess, and her posse for quite a while. Once you make a demon as a demon, well they have tells like anyone else. they like building up a big pot and letting the other players win before crushing dreams and windpipes. Thomas wins the first hand quickly, then asks his date to give him a smooch for luck.

Rien D'Arqueness has posed:
Chuckling, Rien gives a small nod and smiles up at him while stroking a hand along his chest. She pays attention to the game, of course, though mostly her attention seems to remain focused on Thomas. In reality, she's countering the demon's magic to keep him from cheating at the game.

Accepting a flute of champagne, she takes a sip, watching as the hand is played out. Smiling when Thomas wins, she takes another sip of the champagne and lifts her lips to his, feeding him a swallow of the champagne with the kiss. Winking at him as she withdraws, her tongue darts out to lick a spare droplet from his lower lip before turning back to the table.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake wins the next few hands. Red shirt making ridiculous bets and somehow... not doing as well as he thinks he should. The other players quickly learn to bail, leaving Thomas and red shirt to butt heads. Thomas wins the head butting, When he spots his voing causing some annoyance, he turns it up. After winning a big round, he kisses Rien's neck. "It's hard to distract me when I'm playing, but you've come the closest ever. Last round, Babbette. Then we'll go clubbing." He looks over his winning, currency as well as a pile of shiny gold coins of uncertain origin.

Rien D'Arqueness has posed:
Rien manages to slip a hand inside Thomas' shirt, fingers stroking along his chest as she nuzzles into him, murmuring little nothings as the game progresses. Doing her damndest to seem like any other simpering side piece, the stymbols stroked against his chest will grant him a modicum of protection.

"Mmmmmmm, you are the most fun to distract, cher..." Rien purrs at him, her head tilting for that kiss to her neck. Chuckling throatily, she adds, "Mmmmmmmm, win the game and I will give you a special prize tonight... perhaps.." Her lips move up to his ear, whispering something lurid and lewd to him. Her teeth catch the lobe of his ear briefly as she pulls back, looking across the table towards the Red Shirt and wrinkling her nose cutely.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake draws his cards, king, queen, jack, seven, six. The queen, jack and king are all hearts. Is that a foreboding for the rest of the night? Gabby would kill him. Ehh she'd get over it. The ace is not a heart but he might get a ten and have a straight turning in the seven. He looks at Rien and... throws the ace and seven back.

He draws a three and another ace, all hearts! He smiles and gives Rien a squeeze a woman who skips core day would find painful. He looks across at red shirt. They're both all in. Demons hate losing. He turns his cards over.

Rien D'Arqueness has posed:
Rien lets the demon play his glamour so that he has four of a kind in his hand while it's still in his hand. She winks up at Thomas and settles in against him, turning to watch the table. Dispelling the glamour as he lays the cards out, he'll find himself confidently laying out a mismatch of 5 cards with no discernible hand in them at all.

Red Shirt leaps to his feet, shrieking and yelling about cheating and how Thomas was clearly doing something and that he'd had *four of a kind*. Rien shots a glance to the other players and their 'dates', sending quick but urgent desires for them to vacate the room as she slips from Thomas' lap. Angling herself so his hand slides across her backside as she winks at him.

"Too bad, Verakus. Looks like you lose... and it looks like your visa has expired. I'm afraid I'll have to deport you." That blue glow begins to line her hands as her smile turns vicious. "Thomas, cher, would you be a dear and hold our friend still while I open the portal?"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake has his kukri knife out. He likes to tell people he mugged a Ghurka for it. Actually the Ghurka was a dear friend and they played chess over tea. The Ghurka didn't mind. The demon seeks signs of fear or insanity in the man and fiunds none and was still looking when the blade is laid on his throat. "We have a fun date after this. Mess her look up and I will demonstrate how Marduk Kurios' brat punished her minions."

Rien D'Arqueness has posed:
Rien winks and blows a kiss towards Thomas from over Red Shirt/Verakus' shoulder. Lifting both hands, she opens a portal up behind the pair, making sure the rift in dimensions is stable as she approaches the pair. Stepping up to them, she reaches into Verakus' pants pocket to pull out his keys, into his coat pocket to get his wallet, and removes the watch from his wrist.

Winking, she murmurs to Thomas, "Release him, we need to send him home." Probably a good idea since the man is starting to turn virulent orange with small stony 'spikes' protruding from the joints, wicked black claws sprouting from his fingers. She waits for Thomas to send the demon through the portal amidst curses screamed in ancient tongues, then closes the portal quickly.

She offers Thomas the cash from the wallet, and winks at him, "Shall we go celebrate, cher?"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake sweeps up the money from the table. "Let me just collect my winnings. You can have his loot. This was a good night. He deposits the loot in his shoulder bag. Then he collects Rien, snuggling her in his arms and nuzzling her neck. "Are you going to portal now?" he asks between nuzzles. Apparently demons and portals are familiar to him. He also seems to know his way around her neck.

Rien D'Arqueness has posed:
Moving easily into his arms, she tilts her head to give him access to her neck as she strokes one hand along the back of his head. "Mmmmmmm.. I was thinking perhaps a car... to a private, exclusive hotely... a bottle of champagne... perhaps some strawberries dipped in mint-flavored sugar... just enough for two..." Rien tilts her head to capture his lips for a brief but heated kiss, "A private celebration."

Smiling slowly, she draws away just enough to catch his fingers and pull him along with her. A luxurious black car awaits outside to take them to the Omni, where just about anything can be had.. for the right price.