Luke's, Saturday

[locointhecoco]

Who was Luke? Luke was a smoky bar on a rainy summer evening filled with the wail of a lonely sax. Luke was a classy dame with a box of matches and a story to tell. Luke was money to burn and living with regret in the light of a sun that never, ever rose.

. . . Okay, honestly, Pinkie had no idea who Luke was. The name was already on this joint when she bought it, and she thought it gave the place an aura of mystery, so she kept it.

Whoever he was, Luke's name was on one classy establishment, boasting live music and the highest quality caviar and bubbly (soda, that is, at least 'til Pinkie knows you ain't a squealer). If you're feeling lucky, there's a poker game or two to be had -- at least right up until the moment the cops show up.

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The Lounge

[locointhecoco]

Enjoy some bluesy sax and sparkling grape juice.

Well aged sparkling grape juice.

Re: The Lounge

[the_merriest]

Ricki wrapped her mink around herself and beamed at the waiter. Ginger ale? Fine. She was just making appearances here in the lounge, anyway. She needed to get to the back room.

Re: The Lounge

[not_a_moonie]

During a slow spell in the coat check -- and to be honest, there weren't that many coats to check in July, so it had been a slow night to start with -- Alana wandered into the lounge to have some refreshments and listen to the music. She was scouting out the club for any guys who looked like they could show her a good time.

Play some cards

[locointhecoco]

Just be ready to stash 'em if there's any hint of the fuzz.

Re: Play some cards

[the_merriest]

Ricki had no head for blackjack. That didn't stop her from playing it, obsessively. It was such a thrill, and sometimes she got a lucky Ace to hit just the score she wanted.

More often, though, she busted out.

Good thing she'd brought plenty of money to play with. Now, was there a roulette table around here?

(ANYBODY ELSE WANNA GAMBLE???)

Re: Play some cards

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Whaddya doing here, dollface?" Barry "The Brain" Ween said taking a seat across from Ricki. "Seems to me a girl like you needs to be in a classier joint than this?"

Re: Play some cards

[the_merriest]

Ricki laughed. "Nice line," she said. "Anyone ever fall for it? I'm taken, buster, so move on. The coat-check girl's a looker."

Ricki had possibly misread his intent, yes.

Talk to Pinkie

[locointhecoco]

She's around. Has to keep an eye on her place.

Re: Talk to Pinkie

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

"A bottle of the good stuff, Pinkie." Kenzi made a gorgeous widow, the kind that made people say how tragic everything was, but at least her dead husband had been happy. "My husband's dead!"

Re: Talk to Pinkie

[locointhecoco]

"One bereavement special, coming up," Pinkie said.

Of course that was a special. Have you met this trope?

Re: Talk to Pinkie

[regretiz4suckas.livejournal.com]

It was a good trope, a trope you could count on during a stormy night when your husband was suddenly dead and you were all alone and approximately $120 billion dollars richer.

Kenzi dabbed at her eyes with a black lace handkerchief, and sniffed. "Thank you. It was so sudden! He was so young! And beautiful! And we were just married last week!"

Re: Talk to Pinkie

[not_a_moonie]

"Anything special you need me for tonight, boss?" Alana asked, chin up bravely as she stood before the pony. She'd seen plenty of trouble -- maybe more than her fair share -- but she was here, in a classy joint, with a classy job, and she'd do whatever it took to hold on to it and maybe one day claw her way up.

Re: Talk to Pinkie

[locointhecoco]

"Just the usual, sweetheart," Pinkie assured her. Alana was one of her most loyal girls, after all. "Keep the chips and bubbly flowing, and watch out for coppers."

Re: Talk to Pinkie

[not_a_moonie]

"You got it," Alana nodded crisply, and then fretted. "Oh, gosh, do you think the heat's coming down on us tonight?"

Re: Talk to Pinkie

[fracknotfrak.livejournal.com]

"All right! Nobody move!" Vic shouted as she entered Luke's. "Police! This is a raid!

Re: Talk to Pinkie

[locointhecoco]

"Officer," Pinkie said, oozing obsequious confidence. "There's no need to yell. Let one of my girls get you a nice sarsparilla."

Re: Talk to Pinkie

[fracknotfrak.livejournal.com]

"Don't play games with me, pony," Vic said pointing at Pinkie. "You think I don't know what's going on here? You may pay the other flatfoots to look the other way but I'm not on your payroll Pinkie."

Re: Talk to Pinkie

[heromaniac]

Aside from a photograph, the client had given Momoko only one other lead: an old postcard depicting a street in this sleepy burg. A street with a joint on it called Luke's. Apparently Momoko's mark had been fond of this place once, so there was a chance he'd returned.

Momoko took a small breath and then stepped inside, every inch an innocent young lady looking for someone in all the wrong places...

Nothing at all like the dangerous 'femme fatale for a fee' on the hunt that she really was.

Re: Talk to Pinkie

[locointhecoco]

Oh look! An innocent young lady! Pinkie would be sure to take EXTRA good care of her.

"Well hey there, Sweetheart," she greeted. "What can dear aunt Pinkie get you, today?"

Re: Talk to Pinkie

[heromaniac]

"I... " Momoko smiled at the proprietor. "May I have a cup of tea? I've been walking about town so much."

Were her eyes fillling with tear? Yes they were.

OOC

[locointhecoco]

It's amazing what you can find doing a search for Pinkie Pie Noir. Most of it is even safe for work!

Re: OOC

[fracknotfrak.livejournal.com]

Checking in here to see if it's okay for Vic to try and shit down this den of sin.

Re: OOC

[locointhecoco]

As long as she cleans up after herself!

With standard disclaimers as to the occasional slow play.

Re: OOC

[heromaniac]

I found none of these! YOU ARE SO AWESOME!

Re: OOC

[locointhecoco]

That first one was literally the first result in my search. It was quite serendipitous!