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maskormenacelogs2014-07-18 10:58 pm
motherflocker) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-07-18 10:58 pm
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Why I just grin like a clown
WHO: The god of mischief and the penguin
WHERE: The iceberg lounge
WHEN: Thrusday night before opening
WHAT: Shady fucks doing shady business
WARNINGS: TBA if needed
[ The Iceberg Lounge was, at the end of the day, a rather well oiled machine, before opening. The staff was efficient as well as attractive, and the waitresses and bouncers all worked in tandem to put together the requisite efforts to make sure that the restaurant and bar were both well-stocked, pristine, and that the entertainment would be good and ready. He was careful with his cash, to make sure not to overinvest before it was really ready. He couldn't spread it around much, it was an investment, and that meant he had to hold off.
Impressive displays were great, when they did well for his ego. When there were people to notice that were important. But the average night? He didn't bother. He wanted to make any expenditure count. Tonight the girls were putting on a show, and they were practicing on the stage, acts practicing, some sashaying with slinky dresses, other times in something a little more risqué. Nothing outlandish, but enough that the crwod would come. His regulars were getting used to the efforts he put forward, and they knew what to expect from him. He watched from along the walls, occasionally interjecting with a slgiht tap of his umbrella and a protest. He demanded perfection. This was a respectable business, after all.
That was how Loki would find him, when he entered, led throulgh with a bouncer who'd been told to carefully watch for him, and then bring him to Oswald, while he puffed away on a cigarette, happy to indulge. Heropa was better than the City, in this regard. ]
WHERE: The iceberg lounge
WHEN: Thrusday night before opening
WHAT: Shady fucks doing shady business
WARNINGS: TBA if needed
[ The Iceberg Lounge was, at the end of the day, a rather well oiled machine, before opening. The staff was efficient as well as attractive, and the waitresses and bouncers all worked in tandem to put together the requisite efforts to make sure that the restaurant and bar were both well-stocked, pristine, and that the entertainment would be good and ready. He was careful with his cash, to make sure not to overinvest before it was really ready. He couldn't spread it around much, it was an investment, and that meant he had to hold off.
Impressive displays were great, when they did well for his ego. When there were people to notice that were important. But the average night? He didn't bother. He wanted to make any expenditure count. Tonight the girls were putting on a show, and they were practicing on the stage, acts practicing, some sashaying with slinky dresses, other times in something a little more risqué. Nothing outlandish, but enough that the crwod would come. His regulars were getting used to the efforts he put forward, and they knew what to expect from him. He watched from along the walls, occasionally interjecting with a slgiht tap of his umbrella and a protest. He demanded perfection. This was a respectable business, after all.
That was how Loki would find him, when he entered, led throulgh with a bouncer who'd been told to carefully watch for him, and then bring him to Oswald, while he puffed away on a cigarette, happy to indulge. Heropa was better than the City, in this regard. ]