George's Gin Joint (Formerly an abandoned warehouse named George)

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

A high time was always to be had at George's Gin Joint. Barry "The Brain" Ween always made sure of that. The liquor was always pouring and the casino was always dealing and spinning depending on your choice of games.

And more importantly, the place was always open. You have to love a place like that!

So come on in for a good time and a complimentary drink. Surely you can't pass that up?

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Re: Management!

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Barry laughed. "Forty dollars? Doll, I pay more for a shoeshine."

Re: Management!

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah sighed. Gumshoeing didn't pay enough for her to offer anything higher.

"Fine." She laid down a twenty and said, "Scotch and water, and if you see this guy around tell him I'm looking for him. And so is Momoko."

That could be a 'oh look, your sister is worried about you!' Or "by the way, there's a very shady dame after your ass."

Re: Management!

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Do I look like Western Telegram to you?" Barry snarked and tossed the bill to a bartender who filled Dinah's order. "But I like your style, sweetheart. Have a couple five dollar chips and see if your luckier at the craps table."

Re: Management!

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah rolled her eyes, but tossed the chips in the air, caught them, and said, "Thanks for the chit-chat, cat. Maybe I can find someone who knows something somewhere."