I'll also need to do a proper vampire story at some point because all these new vampire crap things are crap and crapping me.
Anyways - Enjoy.
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Jake sat down at the table at the Jittery Bug night club. He was in the private room out the back and so far things were going well. He was up by fifty thousand credits and they had only been playing for about two hours. Of course he thought he might have to start trying to lose some soon otherwise the men around the table might take offence at his luck. Already he was starting to get some dirty glances in his direction and every know and then he heard them muttering about the luck of the new guy at the table. It was something he was used to and he'd purposefully worn a nondescript short sleeved shirt to try and allay some suspicion. It was a classy top of the line shirt, but the important thing was that it didn't stand out in a crowd and the sleeves were short. It was harder for them to accuse him of having an ace up his sleeve if he didn't have a sleeve to keep an ace up.
There were five others at the table with Jake tonight and most of them were a little on the shady side. It was a rather exclusive game he had managed to get himself invited into and he hoped to make a fair bit of credit at the end of the night. On his left was Little Timmy and Big John. With typical gangster acumen they had been named for the opposite of what they were. Little Timmy was a dark skinned man almost seven feet tall and the rest of him matched his large frame. He was definitely a person who worked out and kept in shape. Jake was intimidated just looking at his bulging biceps. Big John again was a bit of a misnomer. He was only around five feet six high fairly average in build. With flashing blue eyes and short dark hair he was able to ladle around the charisma though. He was dressed immaculetly in a tailored black suit with a blue tie. To the right of Jake sat Mack, he was a bulky asiatic looking man and he got his nickname from the trucks he used to drive. He started out in life as a simple truck driving man and managed to successful smuggle enough contraband past customs that he was able to buy his own truck driving business. Not to mention the contacts he made during that time let him expand his influence ten fold once he owned the trucking company. He was now head of a minor crime syndicate in the city that was rumoured to be far larger than anyone knew.
To the right of Mack sat Sally-Anne, no-one knew a lot about Sally-Anne, the only things that were common knowledge was the fact that she was rich, powerful and beautiful. Long silky black hair hung to her waist and she had brilliant emerald eyes, a perky smile and cute dimples completed her face and she had a long sinuous body shape that drew the eye of every male when she gracefully made her way through a room. Tonight she was wearing a long dark emerald silk dress which must have cost her a fortune, with silk having to be imported especially from halfway across the galaxy. On the far side of the table across from Jake sat Allan Croft, the instigator of this nights little game. He was nondescript in the extreme, plain brown hair, that to be fair, was extremely well styled, dark brown eyes and a build that belied his internal strength. All Jake knew about Allan Croft was that he was not to be crossed. He'd heard rumours of other people who had attended these games and generally, anyone who'd tried to cheat had never been heard from again. Except for maybe a short brief scream in some dingy back alley.
Jake had received his invite earlier in the week. A representative had knocked on his apartment door and handed him a note, Jake had tried asking questions but the deliverer of the note simply said nothing and pointed at the note, patiently waiting. Shrugging Jake had tried to close the door, but the man had put his foot in the way and gestured at the note again. Rolling his eyes at the dramatics Jake had sighed and opened the note.
Mister Jake,
It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance at last. I have heard much about you from my sources at various clubs and places around and it is with great joy that I wish to ask you to attend a little social gathering I have arranged this Thursday night. It will just be a couple of close friends having a little game and we would appreciate it if you could attend.
Formal attire, the man who delivered the note will take your acceptance or denial, but I sincerely hope you accept. I would be devastated were you to refuse, it would be... heartbreaking.
9 pm – Back room of the Jittery Bug, show the envelope to the man at the door when you arrive and he will show you in.
Regards,
A.C
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