Doors

[Public]

Now that THAT is all cleared up...

Where does someone go for a good* card game in this town?


*(By "good", I obviously mean the kind that will make me forget about the past few days of my life before I drown myself in whatever** has an alcohol content nearby.)

**(Cough Syrup is acceptable, but not preferred.)

[Public]

I understand a great deal of Las Vegas has better things to do, but at the encouragement of Remus I'll be starting an all-lady book club. This is to learn more about the source work of characters roaming around in our brain and an excuse to get drunk and pretend to talk about books. I'll add the incentive of meeting occasionally at the cat ranch so I can show off my favorite tigers.

[Private to Blake T.]

Seems like the door is open for business. Was wondering if you wanted to come with me.

[Text to Maddie Kate R]
I have a client coming over tonight that will have already checked out of his hotel room, so we can't use his space. We'll use the courtyard entrance, but I figured I should let you know. Did you cross into your door?

[Locked to Simon C]
Did you find someone to tie you to a chair?

[Locked to Simon C. and Noah B.]

Saturday, 3pm. Club owner agreed to give us some time to work together. Club's still closed, so we shall have the place to ourselves. Interested?

[Public]

I'm looking for recommendations for a good physical therapist.

[Late at night after she's off work. Ring.]

[The number was taken from a passing banker on Baker Street, at random.]

[Same text to all parties. Irene A., at her original number. Mycroft H., at the number no one is supposed to know except someone he has cuppa with weekly. John W., expecting his number to be the same.]

Alive. - SH