"Bridge to Nowhere"

[Lindsey]

The glamour, glitz and all round dazzling appeal of casinos was not above him. The bright colours of the roulette wheel, the luxerious dark green felt of the card tables, the blinding flash of the slot machines and their over the top musical numbers when a jackpot was hit, all of it. It was like a treat for the senses, you never saw someone sleeping in a place like this.

It was a cool evening, the fall weather finally settling in, but the casino/club was nice and comfortable, a lot of the people were wearing light clothing. Not L Everett though. The way he was dressed it would seem preposterous to have him dress any other way. The twenty-five year old was wearing a slate coloured dress coat and matching slacks, and a coal and emerald striped button up shirt with the collar popped up in the most cliche pimping sort of way. The little patch of hair on his chin was nicely groomed and his hair gelled oh so perfectly. And his eyes? The usual black irises without a hint of red. The man was looking good. Enough food, enough sleep and enough... everything else he needed. A classier look for a classier club. He'd be way too overdressed for his usual stomping grounds. He was avoiding that place at any rate, still in a tricky legal situation. He still had some major inconveniences, but found the silver lining in living out of a hotel for the time being.

It only made sense that some bleach blond tramp, Mindy? Mandy? He knew it started with an M, was hanging off his loose arm, sipping down some fruity little drink. L opted for water, having had enough drinks in the days before to suffice for quite a long stretch of time. He didn't seem to impressed with the girl, interested expression fading quickly every time she looked away. But women wasn't his game of choice this evening. It wouldn't be such a shame if she just sort of ...left. No, he was on the blackjack table. A very stupid game to play, he knew. The odds of beating the house and making a profit were slim to none. He was drawn to it nonetheless, and was making a pretty penny.

Not too many guys could pull off look he was putting on tonight. But then again, not a lot of guys were like L.

[Julia]

White rings of smoke blew out above her head, dissolving into the outside air. The atmosphere was smooth and jazzy, in front of the highly lit up casino, where people stood around aimlessly to mingle, smoke, or beg for money.
Her figure was up against the building’s wall with one hand behind her back and the other holding the white cig. Next to her, on either sides was two males. They had on regular black Italian designer suits with black hair and stern looks on their faces. One had his hands in his pockets, the other was smoking a fat brown cigar. The one with the cigar looked slightly younger, toner, and attractive while the other one was much taller and had a slight beer belly sticking out from his suit.

The three of them looked rather suspicious. They weren’t talking, chuckling nor smiling. They were just standing there. The female had a very impatient look on her face, slightly anxious as she tapped her one heel on the ground and waving her ashy cig around. The two males looked calm, collected, and much more at ease.
“Can we just go in already?” The female said in a very low whisper, with a very heavy Russian accent. It was clear, then, that they weren’t from around there.
The two men didn’t answer or even paid attention to her. They just watched as people passed by. After a few minutes of more silence, the one with the cigar moved from the wall. The girl followed, then the other man, all into the casino with ease.

Iiva, the Russian, was in a great mood tonight. Even if she knew she’d be disobeying what her father dearest order’s were, she’d sure have fun doing it. The attention, the sneakiness, the slutiness, and the rebelliousness of the whole thing was what attracted her into it. Mostly every night, Iiva and these two men had plans to complete and would do so, perfectly, thanks to Iiva’s amazing lying and great looks.
Iiva could sure trick a man into what she wanted. It was hard to turn down a woman that looked how she did. American men loved any one with an accent or any one that looked exotic and Iiva knew this and used it to her advantage. She had a thin body but was bigger in all the right places. Her hips always seemed to sway like a model and her head was always held high with confidence. Bitch.
Well, surely, not every man loved just a body. Iiva also had a brain which she liked to show off, but not too much. She wouldn’t want to show her true self too much. Some times, she’d have to dumb herself down just to please the man which wasn’t her favorite thing to do, but hey, business was business. Perfect woman? Not exactly. Iiva came with a price. You fuck with her, you fuck with the Russian mafia.

Her father was born into the mafia just like his father and his father’s father. They came from a long line of evil, destructive killers, taking revenge any chance they possibly could. Torturing, stealing, murdering and lying was their favorite hobbies and best talents.

Each night, plans to snag the man that deserved more than a beating would go underway. Iiva would flirt around, take him back to her house, and then they’d either torture or threaten the guy until he was scared shitless. But the these plans wouldn’t always work out like how Father Yaroslav wanted.
Iiva always ended up sleeping with the man her father hated after. Sneaking out to see these men wasn’t the best of ideas, but hey, if she got taught, she could easily blame it on the man. It was a horrible trap that she made, sadly, but atleast he would die happy!

Tonight, her long brown hair was let down and her dark brown, almost black eyes were done up in mascara and a slight black shadow. Her lips, the biggest (and might I say bestest) part of her face, had a simple shimmer to them but not too much to make her look too young. Iiva had on a beautiful black dress that came mid-thigh, slightly provocative but not over doing it. It looked expensive, just like the shimmering diamond necklace around her neck. That necklace must have been a good penny, the diamonds wrapping around a long chain and ended with a big, rain-drop diamond. Iiva also had on a pair of black heels, giving her a few inches which she didn’t exactly need.

After simple small business talk with the men, Iiva walked off by her self, one hand on her hip. She knew what to do, but tried to spy the man she needed to do it to. When Iiva finally recognized the victim for tonight, she was at the black jack table in a split second, the same table L was at. No, Iiva wasn’t bothering L tonight, but a man he was going up against. He looked middle aged, but sure aged well which Iiva was happy about. A few weeks ago, she actually talked to this guy, so he’d probably recognize her in a snap. And be quite happy.
“Hey, baby.” Iiva’s lips got close to the man’s ear, hands wrapping around from behind, putting them in his lap. Ah, he was sure to loose now.

ooc: BLAHABLAAHABLAHBLAHABALAH. lmao. warning: outsiders shouldnt read this intro bc its way too long and way too ramble-y and just omg ew. waste of time D:

[Lindsey]

L's eyes strayed from his cards when Iiva approached the other man, sizing her up quickly. Imported. That alone was much more interesting then the blonde to his right who was beligerantly nudging him and whispering in his ear without much of a response. A couple times he could only assume she was trying to give him a hickey, which made him smile inwardly. Even still, it was getting a little tiring while he tried to count cards.

I ain't saying she's a goldigger... But the girl had locked on to him the moment his pulled out a hefty roll of casino ships and was literally clinging to his arm. When one of her nudges was far to aggressive to ignore he pulled away and said in the coolest voice he could manage, "Hey Hun," it was Mandy! No Mindy! Shit. "Why don't you go freshen up or something? Powder your nose or..?" In other words back the fuck off, I think you've managed to unhook your own bra and I'm busy gambling. Got it? The woman pouted, gave a little whine and unhinged herself from him and sulked off, fully intending to come right back after an excursion to the bar. Talk about beating a dead horse. Free from distraction he returned to his cards, eyes darting mommentarily back to the Russian, more specifically the location of her hands. Raunchy table.

[Julia]

Iiva knew she took her job a little too seriously. She didn’t /need/ to stick her hands in awkward places for men but she wanted to. If she was going to end up cuddling with him and accepting gifts from him in a girlfriend-like fashion, she needed to start out right. The man’s reaction to the female and her hands made him sit up much more straighter, small laugh coming from his lips as his eyes strayed from the deck to her hands and his lap. For a second, he had to think who this woman up against his back was, but then he knew. This goofy man grin pulled on his face, obviously happy about her choice for the night.

Iiva’s eyes were on the deck. She played stupid card games a few times when she was littler. She always had amazing luck with her, which was a good thing to have while playing cards. Her hands moved closer to his inner thigh, noticing from the corner of her eye her body guards staring at her from far across the casino. Fuck them.
“How you doin’?” He asked out of the side of his mouth, trying to glue his eyes, and mind, on his cards. “I missed you.” Iiva’s voice was gentle, still close to his ear. Her eyes moved from his ear, directly at L as she kissed the side of the man’s face. Naughty, naughty. The guy didn’t want to stop his game, because he sure thought he was going to win, but it was hard not to be distracted by the beauty behind him.

[Lindsey]

Shit. If was going to distracted by the frisky couple at the table, he shouldn't have gotten rid of... Mindy? Whatever. At least he'd be getting something for himself instead of watching the Russian model type girl get friendly with whatshisface here. What the hell that piece of ass saw in the older guy was above him. It was probably about money, it always was in a place like this.

Eyes still on Iiva, a small smirk played his features as she kissed this other guy. Damn. One of THOSE girls. Still maintaining his gaze he pushed her out of his mind and focused on his cards, an effortless "Hit Me." escaping his lips. Thank god this wasn't poker, less thought required.

[Julia]

The man was quite frankly loving the attention from this younger girl but he couldn’t pay attention to the cards in his hands. It was almost impossible to add two numbers with Iiva’s hands in his lap, much too close to his family jews. He knew Iiva couldn’t be much of a gold digger, since clearly she had enough money for herself. That’s why the whole thing was totally sketchy, but there was no questions to be asked from him. Did he /really/ care what her motivation was? No.

Iiva didn’t want to push it. She pulled her hands away and stood back up straight then moved to the side of the guy, which she had no clue of his name, leaning onto the blackjack table. Her eyes fluttered over to her two partners she walked in with, then over at L again. Why couldn’t the men she had to seduce be as cute as /him/? Sure, Iiva couldn’t complain, but she did believe she deserved the best looking of them all. Since no one here could compare, that guy looked second best.

Iiva knew if she would to just go over to the much cuter guy now, her whole job for tonight would be ruined.
“Baby, could you get me an apple martini when your done? You know I would, but I didn’t bring enough money.” Oh, she was smooth. The guy just nodded with a smirk at his cards, knowing he was about to win. He hadn’t busted yet which surely was luck, and probably thanks to Iiva's luck.

[Lindsey]

"I'll stay thanks." he directed at the dealer upon seeing a third card. L was sitting happily at nineteen now, not wanting to try his luck too much more. He always was incredibly lucky with these sorts of things. Sure he happened to get stuck in the occasional elevator, or be involved with the police now and then, but otherwise things tended to go his way. That's why he never cared too much for blackjack. It was you vs. the dealer, not pitted against everyone at his table which was the type of thing he thrived at.

Sipping coolly on his water he let the ice cubes clink together loudly, relishing the sound. He didn't know why but he always liked that noise. That and the clink of clay casinos chips, which filled the entire room they were in. When the woman mentioned getting a drink he looked back over his shoulder to the bar, where sure enough the blonde bimbo was waiting in a lengthy line for her own drink. Good. She could stay there for a long time. Especially with a girl like Iiva staring him down.


ooc| Mmmm braindead. Dunno what else to say.

[Julia]

Iiva watched the dealer and her current man with the cards, but lost interest quickly. She couldn’t give less of a shit of who won. She knew for a fact the man she was going to be snuggling up tonight was loaded, probably thanks to this place, which meant it wasn’t like this hand depended on his life. Turning her body around, Iiva’s back leaned up against the table, eyes scanning the crowd. Finally, the guy stood up, showing off his height, and smiled that goofy man grin at his price for tonight.
“I’ll be right back.” His hand shoved down his back pocket, which made Iiva’s one eyebrow raise, and he pulled out his wallet. Iiva could tell by his not-so-satisfied look, he lost his game. Oh well.

Now that the guy was gone, she knew the guards she walked in with would be rather confused, and angry, if she went over to L to spark a conversation, but again, she didn’t care. After giving a little wave to the card dealer, Iiva made her way down over to L. She didn’t see that blonde in sight, but was slightly curious to who she was. Friend? Girlfriend? …Even, wife?
“Hellll-o.” Iiva knew by a few bad experiences that men really didn’t like being bothered while gambling, so she planned on not bugging the shit out of him. A simple hello was enough. Next, her body once again leaned on the table, trying to look like she was actually interested in what was going on. Durak, a Russian card game, was much more her thing.

ooc: its good. idk what to say either. ha.

[Lindsey]

L pulled over his winnings to the expanding collection he was forming on the felt, looking somewhat indifferent. He was pleased, but it wasn't a lot. He was too much a chicken shit to put it all out on the line for something like blackjack. He opted out of the next hand and did the classic fuax pas of counting his chips at the table. Whatever. Everyone did it.

He was a little surprised when Iiva strolled over towards him. He was curious as to how she was going to play this considering they were both so obviously with someone, even if they weren't present. And his ego was much too inflated to grasp the idea that a conversation between himself and an attractive member of the opposite sex could be simply friendly small talk under the circumstances. "Hi." he said back simply, offering an impish smile, brow still arched a little. Now she was a little closer he took the opportunity to appraise her with a more scrutinizing eye. Just as he expected, a hell of a lot hotter than the near white-trash at the bar. What a pity.

[Julia]

Iiva could almost feel the lasers shooting out of her partners’ eyes, directly at her. They both weren’t that surprised she decided to ditch their plans for the night and find some one else but that didn’t change their annoyance. They could just strangle her when she did these things but that’s part of the reason she did it. A smirked played on Iiva’s lips, looking over at the bar, searching for the girl he was with before. Brunettes did it better. End of story.

“Hmm. Should I be worried?” Iiva asked right away, her eyes still on the blonde over there. Hey, if the blonde /was/ a threat, it would make the whole thing even more amusing, right? Maybe it was a horrible idea to talk to this guy. If he did end up falling into her stupid traps, he’d probably get caught and involved into her father’s business and Iiva wasn’t sure if he deserved it. Ah, fuck it. The attention, the looks, and the compliments were definitely worth the small taste of guilt.

[Lindsey]

He followed her gaze, tonging his cheek with a smirk as he realized who she was talking about. "Her? Nah. She'll probably just go slink back to whatever trailer park she came from." A little harsh, but he said it in such a light way it wasn't so bad. He turned himself so he was facing Iiva properly, drink resting on his lap, though it sent a chill up his leg considering it's temperature. "I am completely and utterly devoid of any commitments whatsoever." He smiled brightly, miraculously without those troubling canines showing. That factor always made this sort of thing x times more complicated.

"But what about you? You seemed rather.. chummy with," He threw his head in the direction of the bar. "Joe Blow over there. Should /I/ be worried?"

[Julia]

Iiva couldn’t help but laugh at his utterly jerk off-y comment. She found nothing wrong with it unlike a normal person who would see the whole asshole-ism in it. Her body was still leaned over the table, but now that he faced her, her back curved and her ass stuck out. What was better than Russian eye candy? Nothing, of course! “That’s good to hear. Great, actually.” Her eyes glanced down at his drink in his lap, then back up to his face. That smile on his lips was completely adorable and she just couldn’t help but smile back. He seemed kind of goofy, with that smile, but most guys she met here were. In the end, it didn’t matter how stupid he acted or what ever came out of his mouth. He was cuter than the other guy.

Again, Iiva laughed. L was rather funny, wasn’t he? “Nah. Hes just a boy toy at the moment. Nothing more. I cant stand when he opens his mouth.” What a bull shitter. The truth was she never really did any thing more with that guy than kiss him. She met him at one of her father’s parties (when her family actually liked him), but havent seen him any time after.

[Lindsey]

The girl knew how to use her assets, and he couldn't say he wasn't pleased. L felt like HE was being picked up, worked over, whatever. A slight reversal of his conventional role. Not too many girls were so forward. "Great? Oh reaalllly." he said smugly, recling somewhat on his stool.

"Not the best taste in boy toys I must say. You can do a LOT better." he said in a teasing tone, clearly alluding to the fact that he fancied himself as a lot better. This was proving to be interesting. He didn't have to put on the usual front. No, he just turned his snide egotistical remarks in to flirting. Simple. Hm. They should make more girls like this one.

[Julia]

Iiva grinned, trying to find the guy in the crowd. If only she could just tell him the truth. Not like that was /ever/ going to happen. She never told any one her job or her father‘s, whether they wanted to know or not. And they usually did. That diamond necklace was very peculiar and there was no way any person in the middle class could afford it. Clearly she got around fine.

“Ooh, you think?” She raised a brow, standing back up straight but had her hip up against the table. Yeah, she could totally do better. “Im not too picky with looks in my men unlike most girls. Im sick of stuck up assholes.” More bull shit. She was on a roll tonight. The /only/ men she even talked to on a regular day was a good looking one. Maybe Iiva was just too cocky in herself to talk to an average looking guy or maybe she was just a total bitch.

[Lindsey]

"As a matter of fact I do." he said in a smart ass sort of way, leaning an elbow against the side of the table. "So if looks aren't the hook, and your not into stuck up pricks then what exactly are you looking for?" He looked to her expectantly, not expecting a genuine answer at any rate. Bull. she wouldn't be over here if she was interested in a good personality sorta guy. He wasn't the type to exude an aura of nice guy non-assholeness. He popped his collar for Christ's sake, how much more conceited do you get? How sadly deluded she was. Or lying.