The strike it rich

Conrad can be found in the Casino on the north end of town all the time. When kindred arrive at the Casino he some how always knows and manages to meet them on the ground floor. Tonight is slightly different, tonight he can be found at a table in the back of the main floor being entertained by a game with a few tourist from out of town. The leaf peeping season is almost at an end but he's still finding some folks who have come into the area. Also, with New Hampshire being considered a 'swing state' in the up coming presidential election, members of both political parties have been flooding the state to work the campaigns. Conrad laughs as he plays with a few of the people.

*So far, this casino was the only place Jason had gone in Manchester that didn't unequivocally suck. Then again, it could be the cocaine currently coursing through his bloodstream. Yes, while it didn't have the same punch it used to, there was nothing like getting some debutante to snort a few keys before he fed on them. Created a certain edge to everything he looked at. Especially the lights. Honestly, that's the half the reason he wandered in. Well, that and the vapid "date" he arranged for this evening pointed out this is where her dealer worked. Dealt cards at a five draw table. Or something. Didn't matter. She was in a bathroom stall down a few pints and out of her mind on smack which, as any PSA can tell you, is not the way to go through life.

He threaded the patrons, a martini glass in hand and his Beast fully cloaked. A white button down he probably could have paid *alot* less for peeked out from one of those black wool cosby sweaters that hipsters and art majors wear. His was better though because he wore it. His slacks were Armani. His shoes were electric blue with black tiger stripes. In short, he had that look that only famous people can pull off and be called stylish. Everyone else looked crazy or homeless. After a spell, Motley came to stop at a table where it looked like a bunch of politicians were shooting craps.

The dice were the most amazing thing he'd ever seen. They seemed to glow against the felt. In all his life he never felt so completely at one with anything ever as he did with those dice.

Cocaine's a hell of a drug*

Conrad looked over at the new comer and gave him a smirk. He didn't recognize the man and with his beast cloaked, Conrad seemingly didn't notice that he was a kindred. After they played a few games Conrad recieved a text and gave J.J a harder look.

"Looks like you're having a good night there buddy. You just passing through or you local?"

Conrad asked the man.

*For a second, the words don't register. His eyes were focused on the dice rising and falling with something approaching child like wonder. It'd been his turn to throw a few times and he'd done so with something approaching awareness. If not for the fact he was putting chips down on things and winning just as often as he was losing, you'd probably mistake him for being on heavy psychedelics. Narcotics were another matter. The revery is interrupted though by Conrads' words and he tilts his head a bit to the side*

"Yes? I mean, I've got a room here."

*He seems very confused then suddenly smiles and shakes his head*

"Oh...right. Nah, man. I'm just here for the games."

*Whether it's because he recognized the look of authority or thought he was being hit on, he did seem to mean zero offense at the comment. With that, he continues to watch the dice rise and fall*

::Conrad chuckles some and hands the man a business card with his info on it.::

"Well, if you get sick of the games and want some other sources of fun, you let me know and I'll see what I can do for you."

::He says and snaps his fingers with a smirk.::

(OOC: Profile pic is what Ashton looks like.)

Ashton entered the casino then. It'd been a while since she'd first came to Manchester that she'd done anything relitivley exciting. Humans were getting way to overrated. She thought as she walked in. She scanned the current crowd with practiced eyes. Several interested heads turned in the Daeva's direction. She ignored the heads that turned her way. She was used to it by now. She passed by a dice game of craps, deciding to head over to the texas holdem table. Maybe she could get lucky and win a few hundred bucks, or maybe she could just get lucky with a human. Either way, she didn't care at the moment.

::Conrad moved away from the table where Motley was and looked around the casino's floor. His attention was drawn to the other kindred in the building and he sensed her in a second. He turned off his cover and his beast was made aware to the other kindred in the area.::

"Ashton baby! How the hell are ya?"

::Conrad said with arms spread wide from across the casino's floor. He had meet the kindred only a few times in passing but Conrad was the friendly type, especially to women, and especially to kindred.::

She turned at the sound of her name. She blinked. What the heck? He was a kindred? She thought, starring at him with a bit of a confused expression on her face. She glanced around her and then back at Conrad with her black eyes. She had passed right by this man and didn't even know he was a kindred?

"Er...Fine. I think?" She studdered, a bit surprised.