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Posted by Purple Man
on 5/7/2009, 12:51 am, in reply to "WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS….pt. Uno"
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Miami Beach, the subtle songs of tropical birds float in the warm breeze that enters the opened window. The sheer drapes waltz gently as the golden sunlight bathes his face. The young detective stirs in the cozy unfamiliar bed. The scent of the silk pillows is unmistakably feminine. He takes a deep breath as he hears the shower being turned off in the next room.
He tries to sit up but finds it difficult as his head is swimming in alcohol from the night before. Blurry eyed he wrestles to focus on Mitsu as she emerges from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She rings out her long black onyx locks and gives her hungover partner a charming smile.
“Well it’s about time you woke up, lightweight!”
She whips her waist-length hair around as she sits in front of a mirror. Denny Gutierrez gets a cold splash of water on his face and sits up hastily.
“what the hell happened last night? We were just having a few drink and then…boom! Here I am!”
“A FEW!?! Denny you can’t hold your liquor. I insisted on driving you home and you kept talking about coming over to my place and showing me what a real man can do!”
Denny’s face glows a deep shade of cherry as Mitsu mocks him.
“You were quite adorable. But you owe me a rain check Macho man! Now get dressed we got a long ride ahead of us.”
Denny’s confused look is abruptly replaced by amazement as Mitsu drops her towel to change her clothes. Her hourglass body is accentuated by the intricate Chinese dragon tattoo that runs up her spine. He catches her starring back at him through the reflection in the mirror. A wave of boyish voyeurism rushes over him and he turn away as he sits at the edge of the bed with his back to Mitsu.
“Ummm, where are we going?”
His attempt at changing the subject is understood as Mitsu buttons up a pair of shorts and slips into a lime green tank top.
“Key West, it’s going to be in the 90s so don’t overdress.”
“Key West? Mitsu I have to get back to the office! I have a ton of voicemail messages to deal with and…”
Mitsu jumps onto the bed and straddles his back. Her smooth lean arms wrap around his chest as he tries to put on a dress shirt.
“Relax baby…we’re not going to play, Key West is where our contact hangs out. She bartends at a place called The Hog’s Breathe. And this shirt won’t do. We have to blend in with the locals, so think Margaritaville!”
Inside the famed Bellagio Casino, Las Vegas Nevada, one particular poker table is making quite a stir. The infamous Purple Man with his spellbound beauties by his side takes a seat amongst the who’s who of the poker world.
“Well boys and gal, looks like Barney the Purple Dinosaur wants to join our little party!”
The gathered crowd instantly break into laughter at the old cowboy’s comment. On the opposite end of the table the youngest World Championship Poker winner twirls his chips in anticipation.
As Zebediah takes his place, the dealer silently slides him his first cards. Purple Man can feel the tension in the room as all eyes fall upon him. Deep inside his soul he knows he doesn’t stand a chance against the cream of the crop. For a split second he decides not to manipulate the players, instead he desires to actually compete on a level playing field. Then something unexpected happens.
(This fool ain’t got a chance in hell with the hand I'm holdin')
Zebediah Killgrave can hear the voice in his head ever so slightly. He glances around the room and notices the hush that has fallen over the entire crowd. Then he hears the exact same voice again, only this time it’s coming out of the tall, longhaired, shadowy figure with the black hat across the table.
“Well boy, what’s your move?”
Then another voice whispers inside his head,
(This rookie is crampin’ my style. I had a rhythm going here)
He connects the distinctive feminine voice with the asian poker player sitting next to him, but she’s just staring at her cards. Killgrave calls for another card as he comes to the realization that he can actually hear his opponents thoughts.
He giggles to himself.
(Could this be a side effect of the magic kid’s spell?)
Purple Man decides to open his mind up to the thoughts of those surrounding him and like a tidal wave the voices come rushing in. Unfortunately all of thoughts are negative impressions about him. Instantly he shuts the door to his mind and assumes control of everyone in the room.
One by one the players fold leaving the table to the Purple Man and the dealer.
“So why me sir? Why ain’t I under yo voodoo spell?”
Zebediah takes a much needed breath of air as a drop of sweat hits his playing cards. He sits back into his chair and analyses the young man with the Louisiana accent.
“You were the only one…the only one that didn’t doubt me.
Somehow I picked out your thoughts out of all the minds in this room. You actually thought I had a fighting chance.”
The young man with the stylish tilted fedora takes a seat and grins.
“Well, dee odds are ’gainst me, no? I can’t read yo mind or bend your will.”
Zebediah takes a gulp of cognac and strikes up a deal.
“It’s been a while since I’ve met someone who’s held my interest for this long, so here’s the deal…no mind control or reading, just a good old fashion game of poker. Winner take all.”
The dealer tips his hat in agreement.
“Let’s make it a bit more interesting, if you win you take the money…but if I win….your ladies are mine.”
Zebediah pauses for a moment and glances over at the blank stares in his supermodels eyes.
“Deal! The name is Zebediah Killgrave, pleased to meet you!”
“Da names Remy LeBeau, pleasures all mine.
Laissez les bon temps rouler!”
To be resolved in battle….Poker battle that is!!!
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