Tenth Hand
[In the dining car of the Subway Panic International Train, Luck allowed his distant gaze to drift over those assembled beside him. Some of the best of his family, black suits, crisp appearances. He wouldn't have them looking any other way. Wafting a bit of smoke from the cigarette in his hand, he kept his newspaper open in front of him. The dining car was no place for such commentary, which was why he used it.]
We'll be expanding our operations, soon. We have the time, and the employees. And, of course, the customers.
[They would all know he meant the speakeasy, the customers who wanted their alcohol, Prohibition or not, not the pharmacy that stood over it, the front for the true business, and what he'd have the police to believe to be the source of his income and influence in the streets. No, the influence came from these men, and the unexpected women, around him, and the firepower, like the handgun in his waist pocket, the knife in his shirtsleeves, and the even larger weapons hidden among his forces.]
... And this drink.
[Was spiked with whiskey from the flask in his coat.]
Is rather good for being so lacking, don't you think, men?
[Let them have their fun in the car, on the train. Soon they would be back in New York. And it would be all business.]
I assume none of you have anything pressing that needs to be brought to my attention?
[ooc; Just a reminder that this is still open, and if you need something to do with this curse, you don't even need to sign up, just be around, or be involved in the upcoming train heist, anything~ Have fun! For a timeline note, this is obv. before the Russos try and take the train. Anyone's welcome to comment log, or voice post here. Backdating is also more than welcome.]
We'll be expanding our operations, soon. We have the time, and the employees. And, of course, the customers.
[They would all know he meant the speakeasy, the customers who wanted their alcohol, Prohibition or not, not the pharmacy that stood over it, the front for the true business, and what he'd have the police to believe to be the source of his income and influence in the streets. No, the influence came from these men, and the unexpected women, around him, and the firepower, like the handgun in his waist pocket, the knife in his shirtsleeves, and the even larger weapons hidden among his forces.]
... And this drink.
[Was spiked with whiskey from the flask in his coat.]
Is rather good for being so lacking, don't you think, men?
[Let them have their fun in the car, on the train. Soon they would be back in New York. And it would be all business.]
I assume none of you have anything pressing that needs to be brought to my attention?
[ooc; Just a reminder that this is still open, and if you need something to do with this curse, you don't even need to sign up, just be around, or be involved in the upcoming train heist, anything~ Have fun! For a timeline note, this is obv. before the Russos try and take the train. Anyone's welcome to comment log, or voice post here. Backdating is also more than welcome.]