(Scion: The Mists of Goldengate) Ch. 1: Hot Nights at Cache Creek

[Tenshi]

June 11th 2017
Cache Creek Casino
California

OOC

Note: I did not do much research on this casino before deliberately fictionalizing it.

Cache Creek Casino was a 200 room luxury resort hotel with extensive gambling facilities, some nice restaurants, a significant number of non smoking areas, and a bar and grill on the north-west corner of the first floor that hosted a burlesque show every night after midnight.

For Jenifer Ní’O’Sadb and Megan Fox—Mara to her friends—it was a fun chance to pick up some extra cash on an out of town gig, and stay in a nice hotel between dances. Hiedi Ní’O’Sadb was here with her sister and friends.

Chase Benoit was here... Well, who besides Chase could say that? Maybe tonight he was here for the girls, the booze, or even to admire the pieces of Yocha Dehe Wintun arts and crafts on display in glass cases above the bar.

Tommy Takahashi had been lured down here to visit some places on the Yocha Dehe Wintun Nation lands that his friend Evan Five-Falcons said had good medicine and he had gained permission from the locals to allow some respectful outsiders to visit. Evan had made good on his promise today, taking Tommy to the top of a little mesa, hot and dry and stark, that left the young son of Raiden feeling more clear headed than he had in months. And then, of course, Evan had brought Tommy to a bar—when neither of them drank—to watch half naked girls bump, grind, and spin on polls.

“Wow,” Evan grinned, indicating the tight bodied and buxom redhead spinning her way down the poll with athletic grace and thoughtless sensuality. “Look at her, Tommy. It's like watching sensuality incarnate. Every move caresses the wind.” Her skin—Caucasian--was lightly kissed by the sun, and she wasn't afraid to let her freckles show. (Or anything else, she was currently nude save for leaf green stiletto heals and a matching bikini bottom.) Her hair was the red of fire reflected in a newly minted penny.

 

[Daredevil]

Tommy watched the pole dancer intently, but his mind wasn't on her almost serpentine form, whitch was slinking down the pole, with the grace of an Olympic gymnast. He spent a long moment, reflecting on all of his past experiences that brought him to this place.
He recalled first, how he had received training in swoard kombat from a tengu in his dreams, next, when he discovered that his own father was none-other than Raidin, the Japanise god of thunder,as well as various other battles, and situations whitch had made him into the person he was today. Tommy asks, "Evon, how did you get in good enough with these people, in order to take us to that mesa?" "I felt like I'd been reborn!"

 

[pods6827]

A generic beat came out of the loudspeakers above the hotel's casino, though a person could be forgiven for not noticing it what with all the other noises that were present. The hubbub of a crowd drowned out most of the softer sounds, and the various gaming machines did a great deal to cover up the rest. Occasionally if one walked amongst the people one could hear muffled (and not so muffled) curses, as Lady Luck turned away from another gambler. One corner of the floor was relatively quiet however, where non-electronic games were being played.

At one blackjack table a few men and women were seated, each with a number of chips in front of them as the dealer, an attractive blonde woman, passed out some cards from the deck to the players. A handsome young man looked at his cards, an eight and a three, or eleven. Which could be either really good, or really bad depending on what he might get dealt next. He looked up and saw that the dealer was showing a nine. Considering for a moment, the man, Chase to his friends, gestured to the dealer that he was doubling down as he took a sip of his rum. The round over the dealer gave each player what they wanted, and it took all of his self-control not to bite his fingernails as he watched his card be flipped face up to reveal...The Queen of Hearts!

With his cards adding up to 21 it was basically impossible for the son of Artemis to lose, and sure enough after all the cards were up he was on top, even the dealer only having twenty. Raking in his chips, Chase grinned at his fellow players, most of whom were congratulating him on his luck as they prepared for the next round. Putting his wager in the young man sat back, the very image of relaxation as the cards were dealt.

Character Sheet

Chase Benoit

 

[The Harbinger]

"Puta Merda! One-Armed-Bandit is right." The Latina scowled at the slot machine as it ate her last token, offering nothing but a collection of Jokers/Riddlers/Cat Women/Two-Faces to fill the place where her victory sign should have been between the Batman and Robin icons. Twenty bucks down the drain on these machines. Time for her to enjoy losing her money, at least as much as she enjoyed earning it. Turning on the swivel head stool, she rose with a natural grace that drew the eye to a shapely body wrapped in an appealing collared shirt with short billowy half-sleeves, and a skirt slit to mid thigh. Plenty of perfect skin the color of sienna sprouted from the sharply heeled calf-wrap sandals. Her chocolate mocha locks sheltered, caressed and framed her shoulders, neck and face respectively and concurrently.

Dull as the retreat had been, and a psychiatric medicine conference can be a real treat or torture depending on the host, she needed to unwind. The clinic had stated she had some official looking mail from the Customs and Immigration Dept of the US government. She wasn't expected back at the clinic for another week and a half, she could worry then. Right, it won't bother her. Right. She needed a drink.

 

[Pretty in Pink]

Jenn smiled flirtatiously at the young man that went stumbling away from the bar, head in a muddle because of her own charms as well as just a little bit too much to drink. She'd noticed, and suggested - in her best bedside manner - that perhaps he needed to go to bed before he embarrassed himself. And so off he went. She was used to this by now, and turned her attention back to her own drink, a sprite with a slice of lime adorning the edge of the glass.

Anyone looking at her would know that she was going to be spending some time on the stage herself, due to her rather scanty attire that left very little to the imagination as to her form. But for the moment, she was taking a break and letting Mara get things heated up before she went back up there. It was a pattern the two of them had. Mara got the crowd riled up and attentive, and then her own routine had them dropping cash left and right. It was a trick she'd learned from the woman who'd raised her, hearing all the stories she'd told about generous clients.

And here she was, making her own fortune using the tricks and tips she'd picked up without the woman ever realizing she was filing them away.

 

[ChrisGabriel]

While Heidi was a little bit bored with all the happenings after the Con - her photo shoots over - she still had enough surprise to be entertained while she waited for her sister and supposed informant to shake their booties.

That Heidi was also among the girls that was pulling eyes on herself did not hurt either, but at least it seemed that the man she had her eyes on was also in attendance. Her golden boy, the Adonis, the African Prince... or just the steel like abs in her memory was keeping her interested Heidi was also thinking about a Benetton Ad photo to do, she just hoped to find some Asian chick, or at least a red skinned Native...

 

[pods6827]

Now flush with cash and in a pretty good mood because of his success at the tables, Chase decided that it was time to make himself scarce. No point in giving the House back their money if he didn't need to after all.

Making his way towards the bar, where he could see a few small groups lounging around as they watched one of the dancers, Chase was only a few yards away from the area when he got a good look at the people there already. A number of beautiful women were present, some of them nursing drinks as they relaxed under the dim lights.

The young Cajun's eyes eventually landed on one woman in particular; a Latin beauty who looked like she'd just stepped off the pages of a magazine cover. Sauntering over Chase placed a hand on the chair opposite her as he gave her his best charming smile. "Room for one more?" He asked, the words coming out in his smooth Louisiana accent, "Maybe I could buy you a drink?"

Character Sheet

Chase Benoit

 

[The Harbinger]

No! Not going to take this, cheap line, attached to what, a hideous fa... Whoa. Tall... check, dark... check, and handsome... nice. Her scowl shifted to appraising with great alacrity. "Seats yours if you guess the drink that wins?" A flirty smile offers a view into the path of possibilities, but the walk has a challenge, as do her eyes. She straightens and her hair cavorts playfully over her shoulder and across her bare neckline. "Win the chair, and you can tell me all your LOOS-EE-ANNA backroom lies."

 

[pods6827]

Chase watched as the look on the woman's​ face went from a scowl to interest in almost record time. A reaction that he'd seen a lot over the years, he thought with no small amount of satisfaction. "Is that so?" he asked, making a show of considering the offer. "Alright, I'll play your game." Tapping his fingers on the chair the son of Artemis thought about what kind of drink a woman like this might like.

He watched the woman play with her hair, finally making a decision as to what kind of drink to buy her. "How about a spiced rum?" he asked, never letting the smile fade from his face. "Smooth and with a kick that'll really get your attention." And it was a favorite of his as well, going into any number of cocktails that he enjoyed.

Character Sheet

Chase Benoit

 

[The Harbinger]

He was willing to play, but was a bit indecisive, he asked not chose, he could entertain, but not for the long haul unless the world changed. "Is that a question, or your gamble?" A spiced rum, flirty, rich flavor, a little bite to start that bites back, a good call. Ok, so he wasn't ordering her a stinky beer or overly sweet thing like a Sex-on-the-beach or fuzzy navel. Get her drunk? Well, we will see his intent and where the night goes, perhaps her loss at the slots had gained her a pleasant eve. Before he could answer her query she calmed the moment, "Good call, the seat is yours... after you order." She offers a sly wink and adjusts her stool to be facing him as he settles in.

 

[pods6827]

"Glad to hear it," was the young man's response, returning the woman's wink as he pulled out the seat, preparing to place himself in it as he looked up at the nearby bartender. "So, a spiced rum for the lady, and a Kingston for me." He placed a few bills on the bar in front of them, enough to cover the drinks before finally taking a seat. He watched out of the corner of his eye as the bartender made their drinks, the woman's first because it was far simpler before mixing together spiced rum, gin, grenadine, and lime juice to make his cocktail. He'd never exactly had a weak constitution, but ever since he'd been told of his divinity it had become even harder for him to get drunk, enough so that even a drink like this would barely get him buzzed.

He put his full attention back on the Latin woman before him however, not wanting to leave her feeling ignored. "So, ah believe that you wanted to hear about my Louisiana lies?" he said more than asked, his smile still on his face. "I'm Chase by the way," he said, "So what should I call you, other than beautiful that is?"

Character Sheet

Chase Benoit

 

[The Harbinger]

"Sulema, but you can call me beautiful, or are these some of your Louisiana lies?" She accepts the drink as the barkeep delivers it, taking a healthy swallow and enjoying the smooth flavor, followed by the afterburn. "Ok, Chase, so you're not local, what brings you this way and from where?" Her eyes drift over the bar to the mirror behind and she did a double-take realizing for the first time that they were in a titty bar. A bit of surprise crosses her face as she quickly looks out across the room. Oh great, what did that say about herself. Her eyes were drawn to the red head at the end of the bar, nice curves, but apparently worked here, just down from the stage or about to rise.

"Ay de mi! Donde es mi cabeza?" Turning back and trying to focus on the guy she was drinking with, color began to rise in her cheeks.

 

[pods6827]

"Sulema," Chase sounded out the name, letting it flow over his tongue like an exotic wine. "A lovely name for a lovely woman." Taking a sip from his own drink, he began to answer her question. "Well you already guessed that I'm from Louisiana so good on you there. More specifically I'm from the Big Easy; New Orleans itself. As for why I'm here," he swirled his drink around a bit before answering. "Well there was a shooting competition just outside the city and I was in the area on some family business so I figured​ I'd sign up."

Chase's grin became a bit more self-satisfied at that. "Won first prize and decided to come here to celebrate." He watched as Sulema's gaze drifted over to another part of the bar, quietly amused at the way she reacted. "Something the matter?" He asked, his face the very picture of innocence (which, to those who knew him, was a sure sign that he was inwardly cracking up).

 

[Tenshi]

Zachory Tailor, Scion of Hephaestus

Hiedi felt a warm pressence behind her. A strong, hot hand with black-gold skin touched her on the shoulder, close to the neck, where the flesh war bare. The resonant voice of the man she'd half met at her sister's mayday party caressed her soul with it's deep resonace. "I knew my wallet was in danger in a place like this," he said, starting to come around her, but still touching her shoulder. "I didn't realize i'd risk loosing my heart as well."

 

[The Harbinger]

Thankful that he brought her attention together and away from the arena of flesh, Sulema made eye contact again. "I like the way my name flows from your accent." The Big Easy, was he hinting or hoping? Family business, shooting competition, and a winner. Hmmmm, is he as much trouble as he looks. With luck, just a bit of mafia, the odds of meeting another hijo de los dios well she preferred not to think of it.

As far as something mattering. "Oh, no. After a few dozen losses in a row at the slots over there, I dashed for the nearest bar. Lucky you, it was in here. Surprisingly, it's a skin parade."

 

[ChrisGabriel]

"You flatterer... What have you done? Programmed the thousand and one cheesy lines with a random number generator?" Heidi turned towards the chiseled, and maybe even fine sandpapered man. "Here you are, I was thinking of going out for a round of golf... HAve you know that all these Asians loved golf enough to make them build a whole area behind the casino grounds? Yocha Dehe Golf Club... They even have those small electric cars..." she seemed to just stare away dreamily. "Oh, well, there is a vinery or an olive mill too, if you want to get away from the crowd. We could walk?"

Not that Heidi would have problems with having to stay indoors or this close to the other girls, she was just... not content enough with the option.

 

[pods6827]

"You like the way I say your name?" Chase grinned, leaning forward a bit, "Well who knows, maybe you'll get the chance to hear me say it a lot." Letting her contemplate his words, the young man took another sip from his drink, enjoying the way that the bartender had mixed together the various flavors into one drink. 'As good as any drink I had back home,' he thought.

At Sulema's mention of her losses Chase gave her a consoling look. "Ah, isn't that how it usually goes?" he asked, waving his free hand in the air slightly. "I hope you didn't lose too much. Still, it's a little funny that you ended up in a strip bar, especially with how many other places to drink there are in the area." He smirked lightly at the latina, "But I suppose that's just your luck isn't it."

Character Sheet

Chase Benoit

 

[The Harbinger]

"Nothing I can't live without, but twenty flushed down the slot machines, when pulling that arm feels like flushing your money away..." She let the statement trail off. The sentiment was clear. She had needed to put something in the win column and this young man may just balance that tally. If they could score. Obvious attraction and desire rolled off her, nothing cheap, more primal, visceral, blood calling to blood. "This environ no longer holds my interest, perhaps you know of another, more... how you say, concealed?" The wording, though easily understood as the problems of a foreign language, for her tongue did hold a definitively smoother accent than common Mexican, her word choice meant so much more.

 

[Pretty in Pink]

And now the main event. Mara slinked off the stage, and everything was quiet for a long moment, before the lights dimmed, only a single spot on the main stage showing the gorgeous redhead that everyone had seen at the bar but moments ago with a coy smile on her lips as she glanced around as the music started, a low pulsing bass beat, almost like a heartbeat thumping through the casino.

Unlike previous dancers, Jenny started off slow, seeming to prowl around the central stage, daring anyone to say a word with her movements alone. Every motion was economical, and hinted at so much more capability and flexibility as she paused here and there, locking eyes with one guest or another.

Then the music picked up, both in speed and volume, and all that potential was there being called upon by the dancer as she spun about the stage, always staying just out of reach of this hand or that, the owners thinking they could steal a quick grab as she moved. At this point, all the attention around the stage was on her, conversations silent. And she loved every minute of it. She'd seen the way everyone seemed to worship her mother even off the stage, and she'd known, even then, that this was where she belonged: the centre of attention.

 

[Tenshi]

Evan Five Falcons, before the Jenn's dance.

"Well," Evan started to explain to Tomy, "You remember how I was getting jumpy my sophmore year..."

He trailed off and shook his head. "Let's just say life got harder to deal with. I moved down to the res for two years so my uncle could help me out. Well, I got so involved in what he was teaching me, how to nurture hearts and heal minds, that I decided I wanted to do it myself. He's been teaching me. This summer, I started visiting the holy men of the neighboring nations... "

He trailed off with a grin. "Oh, the other girl's going to dance.

 

[Tenshi]

Zachory Tailor, Scion of Hephaestus

Before the dance, Zack laughed aloud. "I had the program," he snickered. "Haven't used it for two years. It was a great confidence builder. I leave it at the office with my pocket protector these days."

He sat down and rested his hand llightly on Heidi's knee. "I trust your legs are better now, Hiedi? Getting lost in a vinyard wtih you sounds dangerously fun."

"Oh. Let's see what your sister has for us."

 

[The Harbinger]

Her conversation with Chase was engrossing even as she deliberately tried to avoid seeing the dancers. Not that she wasn't attracted, just wasn't expecting it. Plus, she wasn't sure how Chase would take seeing any kind of desire for another woman flash through his potential conquests eyes. So when the music stopped she didn't take much notice, but as the hush fell upon the bar even as the thump of music rose, Sulema's eyes were drawn to the dance floor, definite talent. Solid dance moves, palpable sex appeal, and smoldering choreography. If she didn't hope better she would declare this skin club an hijos de los dios hangout.

 

[Tenshi]

In the awed silence that followed the dance, the ringing of the slot machines in the rooms beyond were interupted by the roar of a baker's dozen harley davidson motorcycles reveing their engines to full..

One room away, glass exploded into the hotel and a door exploded off of it's hinges.

The engines were racing this way!

Roll Join Battle and Perception + Awareness.

 

[ChrisGabriel]

"Why don't you ask her for a lap dance? I am sure she would be happy for the attention... and the bidding to start..." Heidi was not angry. Or at least she tried to quench the anger over her jealousy, after all, it was really not that unusual or surprising what Jennifer had done. However, Heidi was a little surprised still, as she could see people not that deeply succumbed to the scene. Mayb ethey had true love, or was just batting for the other team... Which was possible. Or maybe it was that all and each one of them was in the upper ten percent of good looking and beatiful.

"Come on Zack, either get her to dance for us privately, or get out of here, and I will be dancing for you in the vineyard or under the olive-woods...." then she cried out as the party crashers showed up. "What the Hell?" Heidi was instantly looking for the group's colors and other signs, trying to gauge which band of misfits would be this drunk.

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[pods6827]

"I prefer the tables myself," Chase commented, distantly noting that the music was changing as one dancer left the stage, "I think it's a little easier to deal with throwing your money away when there's a human face in front of you."

While his back was to the main stage and he couldn't see the new dancer, Chase could see the look on Sulema's face as she looked behind him, and that was making him internally cheer. "See something that you like?" He lightly teased as he turned to say what was so special about the new girl.

Looking back he was truly impressed; the girl on stage was truly skilled at moving around a pile. Almost...too skilled, he thought, his eyes narrowing at the sight even as his pants tightened from the sensuality of it. A thought was occuring to Chase, a suspicion starting to form in his mind.

Closing his eyes Chase took a deep breath, opening his senses to the world around him. He opened his eyes...

And Saw

His suspicions were quickly confirmed as he looked at the dancer, feeling the familiar sensations wash over him. The scent of fresh, warm olives, and a murmuring crowd, as though from nowhere. Yes he was right, this woman had God's blood in her, and more than that she was kin to him.

Only a second or two had passed, and now Chase turned back to Sulema, and as he looked at her beautiful face another sensation came over him! The Latina had a scent about her; of fresh blood, and he could distantly hear the beating of a heart as he looked at her. Another demigod then, a foreign one too; now wasn't that a coincidence?

Pushing aside his worries, Chase smiled and was about to respond in the affirmative to Sulema's question when there was a great shattering of glass and the sound of engines revving not too far away. A muttered "Of course!" Left his lips at the interruption, as he stood up to get a better view of what was going on.

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