TOPIC:Casino workers
TYPE: Yaoi
SETTING:Celebriano Casino

Name: Spircade Gewndolyn
Age: Looks 16
Picture:
Job: Card man

Name: Beolagh Lucious
Age: 21
Picture:
Job: Bartender

(Do I have to make character sheets? 8D; I AHVE NO PICCIES FOR MAH TWINSIES

Also I have no idea how to intro. o-o; HOW I SHOT WEB--I MEAN MAKE INTRO?)

(Nah. I just did it so I remember. And it's a habit I picked up from Mira. XD You could have them come into to see how things are going. 'Cause Beo's a man-whore. XD He'll be easy to talk to.)

(Gewd idea, but I have better!In my only other rp with the Bellomis, the brothers like to go to the casino at night just to hang out and chitchat(and for Nico to get drunk off his ass and gamble away his money..) and the direct owner of the casino is their cousin, Paolo, who can be described aas an italian Napoleon. Short and fierce.Make fun of his height and he swears to god he will get up onto a chair and smack you in the face.(He's 5'1'', age 23) so I'll go with that! c: Imma only introduce these two for now, though, the whole family gets overhwhelmign to introduce all in one post. 8D; )

Just another night in the casino..In the more restaurant-like side of it sat two brothers, seeming to be twins, chitchatting over dinner at the bar.

They both looked very similar, both with hazel eyes, naturally tanned olive skin and gorgeous long, semi-curly black hair.

One brother had his hair pinned back into a ponytail and wore silver-rimmed glasses. He seemed quite a bit shyer than his brother, often looking down at his food when a moment was uncomfortable for him, or taking a sip of his wine. He dressed in black slacks, surprisingly comfortable-looking dark purple dress shoes and a light purple dress shirt with the sleeves rolled back to his elbows, which was patterned with darker purple pinstripes.

The other sat awkwardly in his stool, seeming to be thankful that this was the kindof stool that was more like a very high chair, with a back.The reason for this awkwardness trying to keep himself steady was made obvious not because he was drunk, but by the wheelchair sitting nearby his seat.It could be assumed he was handicapped, but could move his legs, as he did to adjust in his seat, but he seemed to wince with pain when he did.

He had his hair down and wore coppery rimmed glasses, and almost the same outfit as his brother, except his was in warm tones of orange. He seemed to be much, MUCH less shy, as he seemed to actually be making his brother be embarrassed with some of what he was talking about, whatever he was saying, it made him laugh when his brother blushed a bit.

Luca and Marcello Bellomi were their names, and although they seemed to be a normal pair of twin brothers, close even in their mid twenties, they were a sniper and an ex-sniper for one of the biggest crime families in the city, and the don of that family's elder brothers..What a twist.

The bartender watches them, ready to work when needed. His name, Beolagh, is written on his name tag in flowy script. It's almost feminine. He brushes his hair out of his eyes, just to have it fall back to the same place. He leans over the bar. "Need anything?" He's half-flirting with them. But anyone that knows him knows he's a flirt.

Spircade dances around the card table. He's very hyper person. And very colorful. He seems to be wearing every color of the rainbow. He looks across the table and sees beolagh. "Beo-kuuuuun! Hiiii!" He glances to see if anyone is coming to play then skips, literally skips, over to Beolagh. "I'm thirsty," he states, pulling money out.

(-Record stopping sound effect- WAAAIT A MOMENT. HOW IS SPIRCADE A DOMINANT.>w> I mean..wow.Just wow. XD )

"Ah..I-I'm fine." Luca said rather softly, lightly blushing when he saw the bartender.

"What he means is he could use another glass of wine, and so could I." Marcello said, lightly chuckling. Although the brothers were mere minutes apart, it seemed at this moment like Luca was like a small, terrified child in a 25-year-old's body, but Marcello was smooth, calm and mature.

"Are you trying to get me drunk, Cello?" Luca said, sighing. "You do realize that means that We'll have to wait until Bella's off her shift to drive us home, right?You can't drive due to your legs and I'm not driving drunk."

"I'm not trying to get you drunk, I'm trying to get you to calm down for once..You're always tense, It's not good for you.Might be why you've been catching a few greys in your hair at the age of 25."

"My stress level has nothing to do with that, you know that Father went grey in his early thirties, so it's understandable that I'm starting to see some.."

"And yet I have not." Marcello smiled as his brother's eyes widened a bit and the younger twin sighed in defeat.

"You have a point.." Luca said, gently pushing his empty wine glass towards the bartender.

(He is. He's just...odd. XD)

Beolagh grabs their drinks then glances at Spircade. "What do you want, punk?" He sets the drinks down carefully, winking at Luca.

Spircade calms down once Beolagh speaks to him. "Water." He fidgets, seeming to not be able to stop moving. He watches Beolagh and the twins. He dances slightly in place, to music in his head.

(Spoilers: it's Luca/Spircade, as Spir isn't exactly Marc's type.Beo is more fiting for his calm personality. c: )

Luca blushed. "Thank you.." He said softly, taking a small sip of his wine.

"You know, I haven't seen you around a lot, unless I just don't come on the nights you're here.." Marcello said, smiling at Beolagh. "I'm Marcello, Marcello Bellomi."

(Gah very short)

(Beo's creepy.)

Beolagh chuckles. "I'm a lurker. So I must be doing a good job of it if you haven't seen me." He then shrugs. "I dunno, I'm here a lot." He slides the water to Spircade. "I seriously can't believe you're from a rich family sometimes."
"I got all the hyperness and Sor got all the calm." He grins. He then waves at Luca. "Hi!"

(Well if you think he's creepy you don't want to meet Nico, or my favorite Reaper, Gwyn.)

"I don't see why you'd want to lurk, in my opinion I'm surprised you don't have women flocking around you, or men, if that's more of your thing."Marcello said rather flirtatiously, smiling seductively at the rather attractive bartender.

"Ah..Hi." Luca waved to Spircade."Are you a worker here?" He said rather shyly, just loud enough to hear over the crowd of talking people around them.

(I have creepier characters too, like my green keeper Cadence.)

Beolagh grins, a quite attractive sight. "Ah, but I do, which is why I lurk. I like making people come to me." He chuckles. "I haven't seen you either, though. I must not be paying as much attention as normal. 'Cause there's no way I'd miss a face like yours." He grins again.

"Yup! I work at the card tables. I got fast hands!" He frowns when Beolagh snickers. "Perv! Gosh, dun be pervy!"

(Yuki: Thank god I'm taking over his spot, then..

GET BACK TO THE OTHER RP, YOU. >w>

Icarus: HAY GAIS WHAT'S GOIN' IN IN THIS THREAD

YOU TOO)

"I don't come here often, my brothers do..I can never convince my win to, that's why I don't come...We don't go EVERYWHERE together, but I don't want to leave him alone, he can get paranoid when you leae him in an apartment alone, especially with my family's reputation..Also it's hard to get places on my own." Marcello said, pointing down to his wheelchair.

"Ah..You might know my brother Nico, he's the only one of my brothers that really likes the gambling side..I'm sorry if he's been a jerk, he does that. He's practically a professional jerk.Or jackass, if you can excuse my harsh language." Luca said, blushing at Beolagh's snicker and Spircade's comment after it."A-also, my little brother Aless likes to sing on stage a lot..Our cousin owns this casino, so he gets to whenever he wants to."

(Cadence: Eh, I'm weird. Everyone knows this. -ruffles Archie's hair- Hi female spazz.

D: Go off and bother someone else Cady.

Acedia: You're also sexy, Cadence. And hi Ica.

Nuu, Dia. Don't encourage it!)

Beolagh nods. "I don't have much of a life outside of my job. ...And sex. That's about it." He says that quite bluntly. He shrugs. "I suppose that could be a bad thing, but hey, not really much else to do." He chuckles.

"This sounds weird, but I like dealing with jackasses, 'specially when they lose." He giggles. "Their reactions really amuse me. And then I become calmer, just to annoy them more." He dances a little in his seat.

"No hobbies?Unless you count one of those things as one." Marcello chuckled. "If so, you really are quite the interesting man."

"You must really love Nico, then..He's about six foot four, spiky short hair, almost constantly has a cigarette in his mouth or in his hand.Sound familiar?" Luca said, seeimg rather awkward speaking to such an energetic person.

Beolagh raises an eyebrow. "...It's not a hobby?" He chuckles. "I can dance...stuff like ballroom dancing. And I compose music when I'm motivated." He looks sheepish at the dancing part. "How 'bout you?"

Spircade ponders that for a moment, then giggles--a very girlish sound. "Yup! He doesn't like me all that much, though. I make him angry. ...Though I make a lot of people angry."

"I don't really think so but if that's how you think I cannot question it." Marcello smiled. "Ah, how I miss dancing..I play music, cello." Marcello said, leaning his chin on his hand as he remembered what it was like to dance. "I also paint, landscapes mostly, of Italy, my home country."

"Ah..I'm surprised Nico doesn't love you actually, He does similar things to make people angry.. maybe he just hasn't noticed he's taking his own medicne.Never been the brightest of the brothers.." Luca said, sighing as he took a sip of his wine.

Beolagh snickers at that. "I tried painting, it ended up a mess. And I got paint in my hair." He rolls his eyes. "So I'm sticking to things that don't ruin my hair. And I play piano, sometimes. " He shrugs.

Spircade thinks about that. "Hm...Maybe he sees me as too innocent to be capable of something like that?" He tilts his head. "Or he's just too angry for something like that to cross his mind?"

"You seem like the type for piano. something about how you look, how your hands move.Painting is quite relaxing..It doesn't always turn out like you imagined it but it's an entertaining experience nontheless. Not everyone's thing though, I understand that." Marcello chuckled a bit, keeping eye contact as he spoke to Beolagh.

"Or too drunk.Or both, or even all three." Luca rolled his eyes a bit. "He's going to ruin his lungs and liver one day and I'll finally be able to say 'I told you so'."

"Eh, I'm just not coordinated. My friend, Keifer, however, is a god when it comes to art. And I am a dud." He chuckles. "Oh, well. At least I have some sort of talent. Otherwise, I'd be boring. Or poor. And money help the world go round, and gives me dinner." He scratches his head, amused.

"His poor liver. I don't drink, partly because I like my liver, and partly 'cause I think I'd be a bit too hyper drunk. And I like remembering what I say. It comes in handy." He giggles, amused. "Then again, I don't remember what i say when I'm angry. I have a really bad temper. Slow but volatile."

"You could get money without a whole lot of talent, with a face like yours. You'd make a good model. I would try the modeling business, take advantage of the good genes my father's side of the family gave me and my twin, but I don't think there's any sort of space for handicapped models. A wheelchair isn't exactly fashionable." Marcello laughed.

A rather short man came from one of the rather private tables in the corners of the casino, he looked like a well dressed 15 year old. He stood at 5'3'' and wore a pair of charcoal grey slacks and an orange pinstriped dress shirt, with a vest to match his pants, shiny black dress shoes and a golden ring on almost every finger.

His facial features were quite fierce, thick eyebrows in an annoyed position and rather intimidating hazel eyes, his lips held an almost eternal scowl on his face. His hair was black and went to his mid neck, slicked back rather messily, as the various layers of the hairstyle stuck up rather spikily off the back. He walked up to the bar and got up on a stool beside Luca, who smiled at the man.

"Ah..Hello Paolo.."

"Shouldn't you be at your table, instead of chit chatting with guests at the bar, Spircade? I didn't hear anythng about you being on your break.." Paolo said to Spircade, lightly glaring at the--surprise surprise- YOUNGER man.

(...Paolo is 25. I LIKE TO CALL HIM ITALIAN NAPOLEON.
Yes, he is the owner of the casino. He gets carded by his own bartenders!XD)

Beolagh chuckles. "But, I don't play well with others. Unless it's my kind of playing." He perks up when he sees Paolo go over to Spircade. "I asked him to come over. I needed to know if he'd seen where I left my wallet." He says this all calmly, hoping Spircade gets the hint.

Spircade jumps when Paolo speaks. "Hello, Sir," is all he manages to get out before Beolagh takes over. He breathes a silent sigh of relief. He seems slightly intimidated by Paolo. He watches them quietly, waiting to be spoken to again and hoping Beolagh doesn't get into a fight because of him.