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location: lucky coyote casino, a night of rest event.

status: open to any — feel free to assume pre-established relationship or go off vibes.

"if you're coming to ask me to join you in a game of god knows what, please hold your breath and save it for another," sky spoke, lifting her wine glass to take another sip as she gave an equal shake of her head; refusal already waiting before the question and answer had been given. for as much as she enjoyed a night out, gambling had never, and never would be, one of her past times. "offer me anything other than creative ways to lose my money, and perhaps my answer will change," her head tilted in thought, "another drink wouldn't go amiss. or a compelling reason as to why i should stay any longer than i already have." that last part sky was rather sure was because there was still something strangely fascinating about watching everyone gathered together at once, in one place. watching the personalities that clashed under the veneer of what was promised to be a pleasant evening. a lingering curiosity remained even over if someone would eventually become foolish enough to turn the night towards violence as it so often did.

#omnia.open #&. writing | sky.#&. event | a night of rest.

closed (4/4) cap has been met !

featuring: billy & your muse !

billy has been loitering near a row of slot machines for a while now, not playing so much as occupying the space beside them. he’s dressed better than usual, which mostly means someone has bullied him into a shirt without an oil stain, though the cigarette tucked between his fingers ruins most of the effort. around him, the lucky coyote is all noise and shine, smug laughter spilling over the machines here and there while glasses catch the light every time someone lifts a drink. he has lasted longer than he thought he would. long enough for one drink and the realization that these things are mostly just people standing around with nicer shoes and worse grudges. not bad, really, for his first proper night at this kind of thing. the lighter clicks once, twice, then gives him absolutely nothing for his trouble. billy looks down at it, unimpressed, before movement nearby pulls his attention. he lifts the useless thing between two fingers, mouth pulling slightly at one corner. “ hey, got a light? ”

#omnia.open

who: open to all (2/5) where: lucky coyote casino

Neutral ground was a myth people told themselves to feel safe. The Lucky Coyote Casino had built its reputation on the concept.

The casino floor hummed with life around him. Slot machines chimed endlessly. Chips clicked against felt. Laughter rose and fell in waves, mixing with the low murmur of conversations happening at a dozen different tables. Above it all hung the unmistakable scent of expensive liquor and old money. Most people came here to gamble. Kian came here to observe.

From his seat at the bar overlooking a large portion of the gaming floor, he watched the crowd through the reflection in his glass rather than directly. Years of habit had taught him that people revealed more when they believed nobody was paying attention. The clear liquid in his glass remained untouched as he mentally catalogued faces, movements, and interactions. Not because he needed to. Because he couldn't help himself.

Then something shifted. Not on the casino floor. In his attention. A familiar feeling settled at the back of his mind. The kind that came before certainty. Then, after a moment, he finally spoke. "You're either very good at pretending not to notice people watching you," he said evenly, gaze settling on them once more, "or you've already decided I'm not a threat."

#omnia.open #threads. ｢ 𝐤𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐧. ｣#event. ｢ 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭. ｣

who: open to all (0/5) where: lucky coyote casino

The Lucky Coyote was one of the few places in the city where people could pretend the gangs weren't constantly one bad decision away from tearing each other apart. The illusion was almost impressive. Cards shuffled. Glasses clinked. Slot machines chimed endlessly in the background. People laughed. Money changed hands. And beneath it all sat an unspoken understanding that everybody in the building was armed, dangerous, and behaving only because the consequences of not behaving were significantly worse. Mia liked it. Or maybe liked wasn't the right word. Respected it, perhaps.

The mechanic sat at the far end of the bar, nursing a whiskey she'd barely touched. One elbow rested against the polished countertop while her attention drifted across the casino floor. Old habit. People-watching. Keeping track of exits. Noticing who arrived together and who pretended they hadn't. The place was full tonight. Representatives from every corner of the city. Enough tension packed into one room to start a war if somebody sneezed wrong. Mia found herself smirking. The whiskey burned pleasantly as she finally took a sip. The seat beside her scraped softly against the floor. She didn't look up. Not immediately. "You're either brave," she said finally, swirling the amber liquid in her glass, "or you've never been told it's rude to stare."

#omnia.open #threads. ｢ 𝐦𝐢𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡. ｣#event. ｢ 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭. ｣

Location: Lucky coyote casino Open to all!

Viktor feels like he’s been schmoozing forever. Dragged like a leopard on a leash from group to group to group until he feels like his brain is melting out of his ears from how boring all this small talk was. Surely nothing was that important that it had to be sardonically defended at a casino. There were people being actively brainwashed on slot machines as they spoke for crying out loud. Viktor swears that if he has to fake laugh at another subpar gang related pun, he’s going to start walking into the desert and never fucking stop.

He excuses himself from the suffocatingly leery crowd of old men and makes a B-line for the closest bar and weasels his way in between a set of bodies to order a drink. The lights above the countertop strobe down in neon red and blues and Viktor drums his fingers impatiently on the countertop, a scotch order already barked into the face of a bar tender who was definitely not getting paid enough to take his shit.

“Well well-” he muses out loud, having twisted away from the bartop with a new tumbler in hand to linger somewhere close to a haphazardly thrown together buffet table. “-they really do just let anyone into these things, don’t they?” Those too bright blue eyes flicker pointedly down and up the other person, and when Viktor smiles in that chagrin sort of way that he was known for, its only ever so slightly mockingly.

#omnia.open #open 001

location: outside of lucky coyote casino, a night of rest event.

status: open 0/3

it was difficult to tell whether it was truly a smile or merely the shape his the expression that had settled upon maddox as he emerged from the darkness of an alley adjoining the casino; lively as ever within and haunting quiet out with. but a quiet hum drifted from under his breath as he wiped a crimson stain from his hands with a handkerchief retrieved from the inner pocket of his jacket, completely methodical in the task as he worked carefully at his knuckles and beneath his nails before folding the cloth away once more. the night air filled his lungs. not quite fresh, and certainly not as peaceful as it pretended for now.

then his attention shifted with darkened eyes settling upon the newcomer who had stepped into view just moments ago, and for a moment he simply regarded them before speaking. "if your intention is to enter the alley, do mind the mess." his tone was conversational, almost courteous, even, "and try not to trip over the lump resting there."

his gaze flicked briefly back towards the now shadowed form that remained discarded further within before returning to the other. "he had a little too much to drink." a pause following his explanation, deliberate and unhurried. "and, well.. loose lips on nights such as this can be rather inconsiderate of everyone else."

#tw blood #&. writing | maddox.#&. event | a night of rest.#omnia.open

𝔩𝔬𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫: the lucky coyote

𝔣𝔱. anyone !! capped 1/3

The Lucky Coyote felt different tonight.

Not because of the decorations, the expensive liquor flowing like water, or the fact that every gang in Coyote's Rest had somehow agreed to occupy the same building without immediately trying to kill one another. No, it was the tension that made the air feel heavier. The kind that settled beneath the laughter and music like a second heartbeat.

Taz liked tension. Tension made people predictable.

Leaning against the polished wood of the casino bar, a glass of bourbon balanced loosely between his fingers, he watched the room with the easy attention of someone who appeared completely relaxed while noticing everything. Familiar faces drifted through the crowd alongside strangers he hadn't learned yet. Old rivals shared tables. Alliances were being tested. Friendships were being repaired or ruined over drinks. Somewhere, someone was probably already violating at least three of the casino's carefully laid-out rules.

The anniversary celebration was supposed to be about unity. Fifty years of peace—or at least the closest thing Coyote's Rest ever got to it.

Taz wasn't cynical enough to think that meant nothing. He just wasn't naïve enough to think it meant everything either.

A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he took a sip from his glass. Around him, slot machines chimed, cards slapped against felt, and conversations rose and fell in waves. For one night, everyone was expected to play nice. Which, in his experience, usually made things far more interesting. His gaze drifted toward the nearest open seat before settling on whoever happened to be lingering nearby. "Tell me," he said casually, gesturing vaguely toward the crowd with his glass, "is it just me, or does this feel less like a celebration and more like everyone's waiting for somebody to do something stupid?" The smile that followed was easy and familiar. "Not that I'm complaining. Stupid people are usually how I make my money." He lifts his glass slightly in invitation. "So. What's your poison tonight? Gambling, drinking, people-watching, or are you one of those terrifying individuals actually here for the speeches?"

#𝔣𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 ╱ anastasios interaction #𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱 ╱ a night of rest.#omnia.open #working on closed starters too but throwing this out there for fun

location: lucky coyote casino ; a night of rest

status: open, capped at 2/4.

𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓, shots of top shelf liquor clinked in a toast to fifty years of relative peace. At the tables far to her right came the rhythmic flutter of dealers shuffling through decks of cards.

Bursts of victorious laughter and their accompanying growls of defeat cleaved through the air louder than any crack of gunfire and yet, even so thoroughly entrenched within the chaotic din of the evening, Safiye didn't need to see behind her or hear their steps to know someone was lingering.

Either they were there to slip a blade between her ribs over a rivalry she hadn't been around nearly long enough to fully comprehend yet or, more likely than not, they had eyes on the nearest seat.

Betting on the second—though she was one more call away from welcoming the first—she murmured, “Go on. It’s yours if you want it.”

Still, her gaze didn't shift. Dark eyes remained locked on her phone, the thing face down and vibrating atop a cocktail napkin, while she held a glass of 2016 Chateau Margaux in a white knuckle grip.

It wasn't until voicemail inevitably took over ( and took the choice of accepting or declining out of her hands ) that Saf sighed. Or that she finally deigned to spare a glance. “The spot beside me, I mean.” A corner of her mouth twitched. “I waited about thirty minutes before I managed to snag mine so, if you're looking to stake a claim, this might be your only chance.”