1/8: [Syn] WHO: Syndicate Males WHAT: Boys’ Poker Night! WHERE: King’s apartment, Seagram Tower WHEN: Wednesday, January 8th, starts at 8pm RATING: TBD STATUS: IC/OOC!
King had put so much of his energy into the poker table now sitting in the middle of his apartment that it was pretty much the only thing sitting in his apartment. Normally he liked a bit of art on the walls, or an ottoman (who doesn’t love an ottoman?) but the focus of tonight was some luxury gambling between friends/agents/spies, so he focused on the table and chairs. It didn’t look entirely homey, but King knew their butts would thank him for the chairs.
In addition to bags and bags of pretzel sticks and red Twizzlers, King had a supply of chips and Chex-Mix and assorted snack food that comes from bags, as well as a variety of bottles of beers and soda pop. And a veggie plate, just because it classed the joint up a little. King enjoyed entertaining, he realized, as he’d been buying the food. Not only did he enjoy being entertaining, but he enjoyed the fact he could just walk around with bags of salty/fatty/sugary foods and it was fine, he was entertaining. And none of it would go to waste. King would have to die first.
He also liked the idea of a boys’ night. It was difficult to explain why such a thing could be appealing, but as much as King liked to float around the world and see every sort of person in it, he also enjoyed being with his own kind on occasion. He liked all people. But he also liked Czech people. And Canadian people. And man people. Men his own age, or those he could learn from or those he could teach. A lot could be learned from spending time with a large spectrum of people, but a lot could also be learned from spending closer time with a smaller group of people. And all things considered, King needed more man time.
It being said he focused his attention on the poker table, August was still around. He followed King about as King set up the snacks, and then sat and ate snacks waiting for men to show up. There had been a box of Nutty Bars, there was no longer a box of Nutty Bars by the time anyone showed up.
This is an IC/OOC log. So comment here if your boy came, if he contributed to the snack table, if he even knew how to play poker or how well he was likely to do. If he brought any gross stories or troubles to light for discussion. If he pet the dog. There is a No Powers Rule in effect, so no go, you shifty psychics. Threading is encouraged!