#Jo Casino

[once-in-a-blood-moon]

It’s been a rough few weeks, just been feeling a bit reclusive and nervous to interact with anyone around me, and a bit down… As much as I love fall, the changing of the seasons is trampling my mental health into the dirt. That, and classes. But I’ve got an appointment today in hopes of getting my prescriptions upped and to make sure everything else is where it needs to be, relating to my mood/energy levels. So, whoo!

#hope everyone is doing well and taking care of themselves ❤️ #also hoping i get the motivation to write soon i’ve had an idea for a fic since the first of october #*blows on antidepressants like dice at a casino for good luck* come on…energy! #love~ jo

[chqnified]

"can i buy the book stands"

"yeah sure, we don't need them. What do you need them for?"

I just need them, don't ask questions, I don't want to explain

#works so well for the albums #i was not prepared to ruin the bottom of my albums to stand them up by themselves #also falling over ...... #one has my jo yuri glassy album because the cover is gorgeous and it's signed and i love her so. #the other has itzy mafia in the morning night ver because the cover is gorgeous too. oh and that stand was a double #so i have skz all in ver B??? the one with the casino concept because again. gorgeous cover. i love their Japanese album concepts #then the last one has my yeji signed itz me album. #i lowkey want to have the skz circus album on display because again. Japanese album concepts seem to always be superior #i need more shelves #I'm looking next to the new skz Japanese cb. the trailer concept was beautiful??!! #rambles tag

[pleasestopthese]

"if you had any heart you'd be out fuckin stealing for a living!" is the best line. joe pesci in casino is this fucking nightmare bitch, an old dyke you find yourself horrified to learn is a devout catholic, a terf and racist as all hell like that one substitute teacher i used to have that customized dune buggies but tried to convert us all to the catholic faith.

#casino #joe pesci #how is jo pesci not somebody's drag persona #if that substitute's still alive tell linda it's on fuckin sight

[outofbluecomesgreen2]

Yeah, I know, “Thursday…” is a real good fic…

Of course, I have time for you Garth. I always have an open ear for you, and you know that. 

You're a real nice person and writing your parts was so much fun. Not ha-ha fun, of course not, but you are an open-minded friendly guy, a good friend… 

Speaking of: how is Larry Roman? Oh, he plans to move in with his mother? Sounds like a plan, to doesn’t sell his soul to a crossroads demon only to dominate Rome with casinos and bars. 

And, did you hear about Crowley? He didn’t try to set his arm on fire again, did he?

Good.

Since last week I was worried about him, I mean, he is such a dramatic person…

…

Yeah, still no more comments, and kudos are rare… It bugs me a bit, but what else can I do than being patient and continue writing.

…

Indeed, I do! That’s so cool! One of the coolest!! 

No, not about you guys. I’m not ready to start the continuing stories. Doing it means letting you go, and I’m not strong enough for that right now. 😢

I‘m actually writing about Gunnar Lawless, yeah, my dream come true story to be honest 😇. It will take a while, but it will be the second part of „The Holiday Episode“, with Cas and Dean and an OC, which I never tried before in fanfic 😘 I’m so excited 🥳

No, actually you can’t read it until you are not old enough, because it will be kinda spicy, but don’t worry, we’ll find you a real good fic. Go, and check my insta. 

And, can you do me a favor? I can’t reach Cas right now. I thought he would be in the bakery to work with Bobby; Jo was on the line and told me he would hang out with Dean a lot. Can you ask him, when you see him next time in the group, if he wants to visit me? Next week maybe? I think some people out there want to hear how HE is doing. It’s also been a while I talked to him. I kinda miss him☺️

Cool. Thanks buddy😉

And now, which song would you like to hear? Which one reflects your inner self… yeah, as an Arrow Ace… Arrow Ace for life! That’s the whole point

😁 🏳️‍🌈😉

#Thursday… is a real good fic #supernatural #destiel #deancas #ao3 #supernatural fanfiction #castiel #supernatural au #dean winchester #its a wonderful life #led zeppelin #Garth Fitzgerald IV #ArrowAce #being ace #fleetwood mac #friendship #Spotify

[c28hunter]

cast JO for a casino heist:

getaway driver

lookout

lockpicker/safecracker

explosives expert

overall strategist

Ohhh that is an interesting one!

Hm, I think the gateway driver would be Jure, he seems like a good driver, or at least a fast one

Lookout -> Nace, do I have to explain? Attentive man, what more can I say

Lockpicker -> Jan. The man has very, VERY skilled fingers, he'd be quick and precise

Explosives expert -> Kris. In the end he studied chemical engineering (aka most likely worked with explosives). Plus he is careful and most likely won't cause more damage than needed

And overall strategist would be Bojan. Obviously supported by Kris, but it would've been his idea, he'd find a place and most likely gather all the needed information

oh that would've been a good au, someone something? maybe I even

#joker out #asks #okay that was very fun #and you just gave me a story idea #i don't know if ill ever write it but it started something #that would've been the most chaotic heist ever

[jamtoasties3316]

Alpha Drivers or Tp reunited in a casino playing poker but instead of money,they play and bet with omegas…the winner gets property og the omegas

Oh yes! A group of Alphas playing poker together with their Omegas present. Toto has George with him ofcourse but is excited to win max from Christian, fucks him right over the table for Christian to see! Or maybe jos wins Max? Max trying to protest but jos fucks him hard! (Maybe they don't get property but just the right to fuck the Omega, and Christian keeps losing do poor Max is a mess at the end of the night!

[chiconcerts]

The Struts

November 11th, 2023 @ Diamond Jo Casino - Dubuque, IA

#the struts #alternative rock #concert photos #2023 concerts #concert photography #luke spiller

[clove-pinks]

An illustration by Paul Gavarni to accompany Albert Smith's essay "The Casino" in Gavarni in London (1849).

[Albert] Smith titled the essay that accompanied Gavarni’s image simply “The Casino,” but his text refers to Laurent’s Casino, and the periodical press of the period shows that Laurent’s was a specific, popular venue situated just off the Strand to the east of Trafalgar Square in central London. [...]

It is a gent that Gavarni depicts enjoying a sherry-cobbler at Laurent’s Casino. In his accompanying essay, Smith records that gents were the “overwhelming class” frequenting the casino; elsewhere he observed that “Gentism” was at “a rampant pitch” there. The man’s slightly long, curled hair, his ring, the large buttons on his double-breasted sac coat, and his short cane and cigar are the gent’s signature accessories in the late 1840s, and would have been immediately recognizable. Descriptions of this urban type had been widely disseminated in the literary and visual culture of the day.

— Jo Briggs, “Gavarni at the Casino: Reflections of Class and Gender in the Visual Culture of 1848″ July 2011, Victorian Studies 53(4):639-64. (Google Drive link)

Compare Gavarni's handsome and elegant Gent to a more typical specimen in a John Leech cartoon from 1847:

Or an illustration in Albert Smith's The Natural History of the Gent (1847):

The wide paletot coat, the very narrow hat brim, the cigar, and the comically large tie pins connected by a chain are all signatures of a "Gent."

Writing about class and visual culture in 1840s Britain, Jo Briggs observes:

Despite the mocking attitude of Smith and others who depicted the gent in textual or visual form, their humor defused the tensions surrounding this upstart figure. [...] The widespread discussion of the gent must therefore be understood as part of a broader preoccupation with the classification of novel and parvenu urban types in visual and literary culture at this time. But this preoccupation stemmed from the fact that, by reproducing the styles and mannerisms of the middle and upper classes, the gent drew attention to the performative aspects of class.

Gents formed a specific subsection of the urban lower-middle classes: young men, without dependents, in skilled jobs that paid well enough to leave a little spare cash for small luxuries, cheap ready-made clothes, and low-brow entertainments. Their jobs were not physically demanding and they worked shorter hours than many. In the evenings they were free to act out a fantasy of a life of leisure, showing off their loud clothes while trying to appear indifferent and aloof.

Nice Joinville necktie.

#Eighteen-Forties Friday #1840s #fashion history #visual culture #paul gavarni #albert smith #john leech #early victorian era #fashion #men's fashion #gents #jo briggs #class #historical men's fashion #victorian #neckwear #gavarni in london

[brad-bakshi-loves-bugs]

my biggest theory for brad is that, even when the rest of mq inevitably realizes what's going on with him and try to help (namely david for obvious reasons, dana because she's so far one of the few good people in the office, and cw because him and brad have been shown to have a closer friendship than most), he's not even going to realize it.

because brad is clearly used to being seen as the bad guy, an evil person, so the idea that anyone might show him compassion isn't even on his radar. he's not looking for help, so he doesn't expect to receive it, so when he does receive it he never even notices. people tend to not notice the completely unexpected, after all.

it's going to be little things, too. his coworkers making more of an effort to talk to him casually. maybe carol even organizes some office parties and morale-boosting days like therapy dog visits. (my dad's office brings therapy dogs in a couple times a month just to hang out and destress the employees. mythic quest isn't a great place to work, but maybe as people start to become more self aware they'll try to be better.) dana brings him lunch every day, and every day brad gets annoyed because he doesn't eat lunch, but sometimes it's his favorite food or something he's craving in that moment and he can't help but nibble at it. sometimes he doesnt even hate himself or make himself sick after he does, either.

it'll be david bringing him chinese takeout half the times he visits brad's apartment and showing brad all of his favorite shows and movies. most of them are romcoms, and brad isn't a fan, but david pays attention to what he seems to like (dark comedy and slasher films, of course) and makes an effort to watch more of brad's favorite genres. david hates horror and slasher movies, but he asks jo to keep him up to date on new ones being released and give him recommendations. jo, of course, does it because she KNOWS david hates it, so she always recommends the goriest, scariest ones, because she knows david will be squeamish over it. she doesnt know that brad is even watching them, and especially not that he's enjoying all of her indirect recommendations. she doesnt need to know.

brad isn't ignorant. he can tell when the mood shifts in a room, when he's receiving more attention than before. but it isn't for several months before he realizes what's going on, and at first everything comes crashing down around him and he breaks because he never wanted this. never wanted to be exposed and vulnerable without even realizing it. he never wanted people to see him as someone worth saving.

but his coworkers don't give him much of a choice but to go along with it. hell, even ian has stopped speaking over him and shutting him down as often as he used to, because ian can clearly see brad's worth to the company and he'd really like to avoid another casino fiasco, thank you very much. he knows that brad dying might be a bit harsher of a blow to the company than him taking a day off out of spite. well, probably, at least.

so, as horrified and disgusted and weak and patronized as brad felt when he first discovered the new dynamic his coworkers had with him, he can't help but start to enjoy it. he finally feels heard, and he's getting more of what he wants when he wants it. poppy hasn't called him a soulless money-suck in a long time (although part of him thought it was a pretty cool title), and david's stopped pestering him about donating more to charity. and brad's still, well, somewhat of a sociopath, so he takes advantage of how much more lenient everyone now is with him.

everyone else thinks brad is coming around to having people give a shit about him. in reality, he's fully embraced being able to get away with pretty much anything. because he's brad bakshi, and he needs to have some greater, nefarious purpose to accept help or compassion. and taking advantage of others is an easy justification for why he would ever accept help (or. well. acceptance). that's his excuse, anyway.

it'll be a long time before he admits that he actually sort of enjoyed the new attention, appreciated the sympathy the others now extend toward him.

but he will never, never admit that they've saved his life, no matter how many times they do.

#mythic quest #brad bakshi #we are fleeting we are feeling #wafwaf #fanfiction #david brittlesbee #dana mythic quest #ian grimm #poppy li #cw longbottom #headcanon #carol mythic quest #look okay I know this is a long one #but hear me out #brad is the opposite of naive however. people don't tend to notice things they aren't looking for #and he's certainly not looking for sympathy #this is all based in part because a couple weeks ago I went to a psych ward on a 1013 (meaning I was a risk to myself) #and my parents told my extended family and im on vacation with said family rn and I've noticed a dynamic shift since we arrived #and its not BAD but the only reason I've noticed is because I know they know about what happened and I know they love me #so like. I expected this #brad on the other hand would NOT #so im playing around with that difference and what brad would do in shoes similar to mine that just don't quite fit #im happy with this though #tay rambles

[merakiui]

May we see the songs on your Azul simp playlist? Pretty please 🙏

Yes, of course! The playlist consists of songs that I think fit Azul's overall character/vibe, so I hope it can be an enjoyable list.

✧ poor unfortunate souls - lollia

✧ onion boy - isaac dunbar

✧ i know - cut capers

✧ xs - rina sawayama

✧ sibyl - wotaku

✧ mafia - wotaku

✧ your love (déjà vu) - glass animals

✧ life itself - glass animals

✧ space ghost coast to coast - glass animals

✧ money - ayla d'lyla

✧ life could be sweet - ayla d'lyla & miss madeline

✧ doin' time - lana del rey

✧ bang! - ajr

✧ boy in the bubble - alec benjamin

✧ mr. saxobeat - alexandra stan

✧ devil i know - allie x

✧ casanova - allie x

✧ simon says - allie x

✧ old habits die hard - allie x

✧ bitch - allie x

✧ sad girlz luv money - amaarae & kali uchis

✧ trouble - annella

✧ 7 rings - ariana grande

✧ grrrls - aviva

✧ casino - azari

✧ shadow shadow - azari

✧ beatdown - baby boys

✧ enemy fire - bea miller

✧ find an island - benee

✧ snail - benee

✧ supalonely - benee

✧ dangerous - big data

✧ chateau - blackbear

✧ make daddy proud - blackbear

✧ be around - blooom

✧ own me - bülow

✧ black madonna - cage the elephant

✧ social cues - cage the elephant

✧ i like it - cardi b, bad bunny, & j balvin

✧ she wants me dead - cazzette & aronchupa

✧ picky - chanmina

✧ why do you love me - charlotte lawrence

✧ ohmami - chase atlantic

✧ swim - chase atlantic

✧ tidal wave - chase atlantic

✧ paint it, black - ciara

✧ solo - clean bandit

✧ r.i.p. gossip sea - cosmo

✧ heart afire - defqwop

✧ casino royale - derivakat

✧ lost in paradise - dj-jo remix

✧ koala - grady

✧ bocca della verità - hiiragi kirai

✧ autophagy - hiiragi kirai

✧ love ka? - hiiragi kirai

✧ razzmatazz - i don't know how but they found me

✧ hat trick - jonathan thulin

✧ king - kanaria

✧ poison berry - kuraiinu

✧ maybe, i'm afraid - lovelytheband

✧ waste - lovelytheband

✧ loneliness for love - lovelytheband

✧ genius - lsd

✧ sex money feelings die - lykke li

✧ hip - mamamoo

✧ oh no! - marina

✧ cry baby - melanie martinez

✧ copy cat - melanie martinez

✧ shut up - mia rodriguez

✧ feeling good - michael bublé

✧ come dance with me - michael bublé

✧ loser - neoni

✧ i~ya i~ya i~ya - neru

✧ yesman - nilfruits

✧ traffic jam - nilfruits

✧ club = majesty - nyanyannya

✧ emperor's new clothes - panic! at the disco

✧ money - poppy

✧ friends - raye

✧ mr. heartache - sekai no owari

✧ soul 4 sale - simon curtis

✧ villain - stella jang

✧ jack pot sad girl - syudou

✧ midnight parade - taisei miyakawa

✧ kirai kirai jigahidai! - takeaki wada

✧ trash and trash! - takeaki wada

✧ junky night town orchestra - 3

✧ the motto - tiësto & ava max

✧ stress fish - tophamhat-kyo

✧ mister jewel box - tophamhat-kyo

✧ kruel kreator - tophamhat-kyo

✧ everything black - unlike pluto

✧ revenge, and a little more - unlike pluto

✧ clown - updog

✧ people i don't like - upsahl

✧ phony - tsumiki

✧ lead your partner - tao tsuchiya

✧ money, money, money - abba

✧ oroka na orca - uratanuki

✧ wolf in sheep's clothing - set it off

✧ the dream granter - vane lily

✧ phantom swing - rigël theatre

✧ breathe (brklyn remix) - mako

✧ mirror - wakakun

✧ big balling - lil hero

✧ sea castle - purity ring

✧ kirari - fujii kaze

✧ shinunoga e-wa - fujii kaze

✧ mood - dpr ian

✧ so beautiful - dpr ian

✧ mr. insanity - dpr ian

✧ nerves - dpr ian

✧ no blueberries - dpr ian

✧ yumekui shirokuro baku - nem (the trio cover + the mv = perfection)

#twisted chit chat #i'm surprised the top playlist isn't the playlist i made for azul thought four #i have listened to it so many times while writing that thought #which i began in april-may #but my most listened to artist was chase atlantic so that explains a lot LOL

[katzell]

Faulty Towers Reboot

I pitch a reboot of Faulty Towers with Romesh Ranganathan, Lucy Beaumont, Sam Campbell, Julian Clary, and Jo Brand.

Romesh Pillai (Romesh Ranganathan) is a burned out marketing professional who has bought an inn by the seaside because of his mistaken belief that leaving London will solve all his family’s problems. He clearly blew up his life in London by going full Al Pacino (“This whole office is out of order!”) at a big client meeting and is now very insistent that everything is absolutely fine now. Will the crazy the guests, his family, and the hotel staff push him over the edge again?

Joining him is his wife Lucy (Lucy Beaumont) and her brother Sam (Sam Campbell). Lucy means well but her lack in of attention to detail and odd perspective often make mundane situations disasters. Not that she notices. Often seen telling long circular stories which don’t actually answer the guests’ questions. She is also sure the hotel is haunted and has invested heavily in equipment so that she can talk to ghosts like that program on the telly she can’t recall the name of.

Meanwhile Romesh can never decide whether Sam is making trouble on purpose or if he actually is that clueless. Sam helps out a bellhop, waiter, and occasional groundskeeper. But he is no longer allowed on the driving mower after the “English crop circles incident.” He’s also Australian and every once in a while he and Lucy begin to tell the story of how they dramatically found each other on the program Who Wants to Be a Millionaire, but both always get distracted before finishing the story.

Julian (Julian Clary) is the concierge. Romesh and Lucy hired him believing he had elite hotel experience. However, shortly after they realize he never said that and they made some assumptions because of his demeanor and aura of competence. Now they are both too intimidated to fire him even though he’s running multiple side hustles through the hotel such as the secret casino. In one episode he and Lucy launch a “Goop” style wellness brand based on some of her grandmother’s home remedies.

Finally, Jo (Jo Brand) is the chef. Do not go into the kitchen or she will put you to work. Jo often solves all the hotel’s problems, but not before extracting significant bribes. She could fire Julian, but she won’t because he’s gotten her into the high rollers club at his Casino.

Other recurring characters

Jon Branch (Jon Richardson) a frequent diner at the restaurant who is madly in love with Lucy. Lucy has not noticed.

Marge Stinson (Rosin Conaty) and Holden Stinson (Joe Wilkinson) who no one can tell if they are married or siblings. Frequently stay at the hotel when “on their way.”

#faulty towers reboot #romesh ranganathan #lucy beaumont #sam campbell #julian clary #jo brand

[bullshityounot]

Father Of Famous Actor Was A Hitman Who Murdered A Federal Judge In 1979

[By A.L. Lee, 2024]

Charles Voyde Harrelson was a hitman who was sentenced to life in prison in Texas for assassinating federal Judge John H. Wood Jr. in May 1979, when his son Woody Harrelson, the future actor, was 18 years old.

Before then, Charles Harrelson was known for his association with organized crime and was already a suspect in several murders when he met Jimmy Chagra, one of the nation's most prolific drug kingpins at the time, who imported massive quantities of illegal ganja into the United States throughout the 1960s and 70s.

Law enforcement and the courts were out to get Chagra after two gunmen shot at Assistant U.S. Attorney James Kerr near his home on November 21, 1978, firing 19 bullets at his car six months before Wood was killed.

Luckily, Kerr only suffered minor abrasions from broken glass, while officials believed Kerr was targeted because he was working to bring down Chagra’s drug empire, although Chagra was never charged in this incident.

Later, Chagra paid Harrelson $250,000 to murder Wood, who was known as "Maximum John" for the stiff sentences he handed down against drug traffickers.

Chagra, a flamboyant gambler and high-roller from El Paso, was facing decades behind bars in 1979 when he made a deal with Harrelson inside the Horseshoe Casino in Las Vegas to kill Wood.

A woman named Jo Ann, who grew up with Chagra, bumped into him in the casino that night and introduced him to Harrelson as her new husband.

Chagra had been arrested in February on trafficking charges, and Harrelson, a slick-looking man with a pompadour hairstyle, said he could help get rid of Chagra's problems for the right price.

The two strangers shook hands and Harrelson reportedly took a business card out of his front pocket, which read, "CHUCK HARRELSON, PROFESSIONAL HITMAN" and handed it to Chagra.

Facing a potential life sentence for drug crimes, Chagra followed up with Harrelson the next day and the plan to kill Wood was set.

Weeks later, on May 29, 1979, Judge Wood was gunned down in cold blood in the driveway of his San Antonio home.

Wood, 63, was killed as he was getting into his car to go to work for the day, shot once by Harrelson in the back with a high-powered rifle.

Like the shooting that targeted Kerr six months earlier, the killer opened fired from a distance.

The high-profile murder became known as the crime of the century as Wood was the first federal judge to die by assassination in more than a hundred years.

Three months after the killing, Chagra was found guilty of drug trafficking and sentenced to 30 years in prison.

However, for reasons unknown, the new judge in the case allowed Chagra to remain free on bail, and Chagra didn't show up for his sentencing hearing.

A nationwide manhunt was launched as Chagra secretly moved his family to rural Kansas.

But he didn’t stay holed up for long.

After six months in hiding, Chagra became bored and desperate for another taste of the limelight, leading him back to the gambling tables in Las Vegas, where he was arrested and sent to prison.

Initially, the investigation into the judge's murder did not focus on Chagra, and he did not become a suspect until after he was behind bars at the U.S. Penitentiary in Leavenworth, Kansas, on federal drug charges.

There, guards noticed that whenever Chagra's wife, Elizabeth, visited, the couple would communicate by scribbling notes to each other instead of speaking.

Eventually, police set a trap to uncover the contents of these handwritten messages as jail officials had a hunch that Mrs. Chagra was destroying the notes by ripping them up in the ladies room and then flushing the pieces down the toilet before she left the prison each time.

One day, after doing this, Elizabeth was greeted by lights and sirens behind her car, and she was arrested after jailers managed to retrieve the torn pieces of paper from the plumbing.

When pasted together again, the notes revealed an exchange that ultimately linked Chagra to the killing of Judge Wood, leading to the indictment against Chagra for murder in 1982.

Harrelson was also captured and convicted that same year and received two consecutive life terms, plus 5 years.

Harrelson's wife, Jo Ann, meanwhile was sentenced to 25 years for setting up the deal.

Chagra's wife, Elizabeth, was also sent away for 30 years for delivering the $250,000 in blood money to Charles Harrelson.

Jimmy Chagra was cleared of the murder charge for Wood's death, however, Chagra was found guilty of obstructing justice and drug smuggling. His attorney during the trial was Oscar Goodman, who would go on to become the Mayor of Las Vegas.

Chagra was released from prison for health reasons in 2003, and he died of cancer just five years later.

Charles Harrelson's purported claim to also have been the real assassin of President John F. Kennedy on Nov. 22, 1963, when he was 25 years old, remains the subject of historical debate, with no conclusive evidence ever implicating him or any other single individual except for Lee Harvey Oswald, who was charged with the crime.

In the 1989 book Crossfire by Jim Marrs, conspiracy theorists identify Harrelson as the youngest and tallest of the "three tramps" who were photographed by Dallas newspapers as they were escorted by police outside the Texas School Book Depository, where shots were fired at Kennedy's motorcade moments earlier.

Marrs suggests Harrelson had ties to criminals linked to intelligence agencies and the military, and he hints at a possible connection to Jack Ruby, who killed Oswald.

Charles Harrison died on March 15, 2007, at the United States Penitentiary Administrative Maximum Facility in Florence, Colorado, commonly referred to as Supermax, which houses the country's most dangerous criminals.

When his father murdered the judge in 1979, Woody Harrelson had not yet begun his acting career, and it would be another six years before his breakout role on the popular television series "Cheers."

Woody has mostly sought to distance himself from his father's crimes, while rarely discussing its impact on his life and career. He has occasionally mentioned his father in interviews but has generally kept discussions about him out of the public spotlight.

In 2012, he described his father as a "good man" but acknowledged that he had done some "pretty horrible things," while also expressing his belief that his father was not given a fair trial.

#random #cool stuff #interesting facts #woody harrelson #Charles Harrison #hitman fandom #hitman #convicted felon #true crime #kennedy assassination #kennedy conspiracy #jfk assassination

[cainiine]

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋   𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄   :   Joanna Doe. 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒)   : Jo.

╳   𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒.

moody  |  short-tempered  |  emotionally unstable  |  whiny  |  controlling  |  conceited  | possessive  |  paranoid |  liar  |  impatient  |  cowardly  |  bitter  |  selfish  |  power-hungry  |  greedy  |  lazy  |  judgmental  |  forgetful  |  impulsive |  spiteful  |  stubborn  |  sadistic  |  petty  |  unlucky  |  absent-minded |  abusive  |  addict  |  aggressive  | childish  |  callous  |  clingy  |  delusional  |  cocky  |  competitive  |  corrupt  |  cynical  |  cruel  |  depressed  |  deranged  | egotistical |  envious |  insecure  |  insensitive  |  lustful  |  delinquent  |  guilt complex  |  reclusive  |  reckless  |  nervous  |  oversensitive

♔   𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇𝐒.

honest  |  trustworthy  |  thoughtful  |  caring  |  brave |  patient  |  selfless |  ambitious | tolerant  |  lucky  |  intelligent |  confident   |  focused  |  humble  |  generous  |  merciful  | observant  |  wise  |  clever |  charming  |  cheerful  |  optimistic |  decisive  |  adaptive | calm  |  protective  |  proud  |  diligent |  considerate  |  compassionate  |  good sportsmanship |  friendly  |  empathetic  |  passionate  | reliable  |  resourceful  |  sensible  |  sincere |  witty  | funny

🖌 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 & 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒.

art  |  acting  |  astronomy  |  animals  |  archery  |  sports  |  belly dancing |  bird watching |  blacksmithing  |  boating  |  calligraphy|  camping  |  candle making  |  casino gambling  |  ceramics  |  racing  |  chess  |  music   |  cooking  |  crochet  |  weaving  |  exercise  |  swordplay |  fishing  |  gardening  |  ghost hunting  |  ice skating  |  magic |  engineering  |  building  |  inventing  |  leather-working  |  martial arts  |  meditation  |  origami  |  parkour  | people watching |  swimming  |  puppetry  |  pyrotechnics  |  quilting  |  reading  |  collecting  |  shopping  |  socializing  |  storytelling  |  writing  |  traveling  |  exotic dancing  |  singing |  going on runs |  dancing

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋   𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄   :   Johnny Doe. 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒)   : Scarecrow. Chief.

╳   𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒.

moody  |  short-tempered  |  emotionally unstable  |  whiny  |  controlling  |  conceited  | possessive  |  paranoid |  liar  |  impatient  |  cowardly  |  bitter  |  selfish  |  power-hungry  |  greedy  |  lazy  |  judgmental  |  forgetful  |  impulsive |  spiteful  |  stubborn  |  sadistic  |  petty  |  unlucky  |  absent-minded |  abusive  |  addict  |  aggressive  | childish  |  callous  |  clingy  |  delusional  |  cocky  |  competitive  |  corrupt  |  cynical  |  cruel  |  depressed  |  deranged  | egotistical |  envious |  insecure  |  insensitive  |  lustful  |  delinquent  |  guilt complex  |  reclusive  |  reckless  |  nervous  |  oversensitive

♔   𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐇𝐒.

honest  |  trustworthy  |  thoughtful  |  caring  |  brave |  patient  |  selfless |  ambitious | tolerant  |  lucky  |  intelligent |  confident   |  focused  |  humble  |  generous  |  merciful  | observant  |  wise  |  clever |  charming  |  cheerful  |  optimistic |  decisive  |  adaptive | calm  |  protective  |  proud  |  diligent |  considerate  |  compassionate  |  good sportsmanship |  friendly  |  empathetic  |  passionate  | reliable  |  resourceful  |  sensible  |  sincere |  witty  | funny

🖌 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 & 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒.

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What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Macau

Shannon/MC - 5600+ words - @banirareiko

Shannon has an unexpected time in Las Vegas after her short stint on Love Island. NSFW.

Shannon Callaghan had never, ever lost in life. She had always been a winner in every sense possible. Blessed with quick wit and a sharp eye for details, since childhood, she had learned and known by heart how to get ahead and finesse a win for herself– she had never once unable to have the people around her at her beck and call, nor unable to have everything she wanted in the palm of her hand. She knew how to strike people where it hurt and bend them to her will.

She knew how to play ‘em like the fucking Beatles without fail… until Love Island.

Gosh, it was a fucking embarrassment. Shannon Callaghan, Dublin’s Ace, a professional poker player with an undefeated win streak and the ability to read people like an open book, fucking losing to not one, but two lying meatheads with the only redeeming quality being their abs after masterfully playing her way into the main villa as a Casa Amor girl?

And on fucking national television on top of all that?

A clown show. A fucking clown show.

Shannon would rather die than let that bitch Jo have the satisfaction of seeing her sweat when she dragged her luggage out of the Mallorca villa, even when her feet felt like lead and the wheels of the suitcase seemed stuck at one place onto the ground.

Just take the high road, Shannon. Act like you’re not bothered, get the fuck out, and never, ever, let yourself be outplayed like that, ever again.

Head held high and a fake smile plastered on her face, Shannon left the villa without turning back. She would take this as a learning lesson to never, ever fuck up like this, ever again.

—

But of course, even the Ace of Dublin was human, and it was completely human to just want to run away from everything to somewhere far after suddenly having flashbacks of the public humiliation of being played by two people who didn’t even end up staying together for long. Even after three entire fucking years since the second season of Love Island.

And that was how she ended up in Nevada, United States of America, on the third anniversary of Love Island Season Two.

Seriously, Shannon? Las fucking Vegas?

Shannon had been chastising herself the entire flight from Dublin because the rowdy scene of Vegas was anything but befitting of her image of a poised and classy woman, but also in her defence, she had wanted to go somewhere wild and fun, but also would allow her to swipe a pot or two of the cha-ching because who wouldn’t love to take some more money out of snobbish rich people’s pockets anyway?

She supposed she should do something different for a change, after all.

—

Las Vegas was… something. Shannon was pleasantly surprised, actually.

She didn’t really expect herself to enjoy her trip as much as she was.

The food was amazing. Her hotel was actually very fancy and the service was top notch, all things considered, and the casinos, especially the casinos, had been exceeding her expectations so far.

In the past three days, she had managed to make just shy of a million dollars, much to the dealers’ utmost surprise and the other players’ anger.

Darlings, you don’t know what real poker is.

Smirking to herself, Shannon put on the most flashy sequin gown she owned, before running her perfectly manicured hand through her fiery curls, touching up her lipstick and adjusting the deep v-neck of her dress to show off the delicious curves of her body, then slipped on her sparkly silver heels and headed down to the casino.

Time for business.

Tonight, Shannon would win big again. These crusty old men and their airhead trophy wives were too predictable. She would not have any trouble making them a little less rich at all. Her streak in the last three nights had proven that much.

It would be a great night.

Except the next morning, Shannon woke up with the biggest hangover she had ever experienced in her life in an unfamiliar (yet super comfortable) four-poster bed with the fanciest canopy she had ever seen, in a fancy room that definitely was not the Vegas hotel room she had paid good money for.

The silver gown she wore last night was hastily thrown on some fancy-arse chair in front of an ivory vanity table. Her heels were lying lonely on the polished mahogany floor at the corner of the room, by the curtains draping over a huge window that she could only assume was floor-to-ceiling. And her knickers–

Fuck, my knickers.

To Shannon’s utmost horror, her knickers somehow ended up on top of the window bar holding the golden silk curtains up high.

Wait…

Shannon realised that she was naked. Completely naked. In a strange bed. In a strange room.

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuc–

“You’re up, lovely.”

As the sing-song voice slowly registered in Shannon’s head, she turned around. Her eyes widened.

A young woman about the same age as Shannon and equally as naked as Shannon was propped herself up from the plush mattress, a mischievous smile twinkling on her delicate face as her long, wavy chocolate brown hair fell all over her pale golden skin.

Before Shannon could even react, the young woman laughed,

“You were really loud last night, wifey.”

Wifey… Huh…

Huh?

Shannon immediately brought her left hand up to her face, and instantly, dread, confusion and fear filled up her bloodstream. The awfully gaudy diamond ring on her left ring finger that she definitely did not shell out any money for was twinkling almost too happily, as if to mock her that she definitely had just broken her new three-year-long streak of no clownery by getting married to who she assumed was the young woman in bed next to her last night.

Amazing. She came to Vegas to forget the time she got clowned on national television, only to end up clowning herself all over again.

Shannon Callaghan, what the fuck did you just get yourself into?

The strange girl, or allegedly, Shannon’s new wife, chuckled playfully as Shannon literally began ripping her hair out of her head, but nonetheless, offered a sympathetic smile, then hopped off the bed, shamelessly letting the blanket fell back onto the bed to reveal soft, smooth skin, perky tits and arse and a delicate, petite frame. Then she disappeared into what Shannon could assume was a probably very fancy and huge-as-shit bathroom, and soon, Shannon heard water running as a faint waft of floral fragrance began hitting her nose and permeating the air around her.

Then the water stopped and her new “wife” returned with a gigantic, fluffy towel and tossed it onto the bed.

“Just ran you a hot bath, beautiful,” the brunette winked, “Hope it helps.”

In all honesty, Shannon’s head was just too fucked for her to even have the energy to protest. Hence, she wordlessly nodded, covered herself with the towel, then headed into the bathroom for the hot bath the girl had just offered her.

Holy–

Shannon guessed right. This bathroom was at least twice as big as the communal bathroom in the Mallorca villa. And fancy. Really fancy. White-marble-and-gold type shit fancy. Like, who in the fucking hell beside the filthy rich people would fucking run a hot bath with rose petals and fucking gold leaves so casually just like that?

As Shannon slid into the bubbly hot (and expensive) water, a contented sigh involuntarily escaped her mouth, her mind began wandering. By deduction, whoever this girl, who Shannon had just apparently married the night before because Shannon just had to stupidly demote herself from being the Ace to being the fucking Joker for whatever reason, was, she had got to be among the filthy rich.

One of those crazy rich Asians. Like in that one movie starring the British-Malay heartthrob Henry Golding.

Shannon honestly hoped that this whole getting married thing was just a prank. A game. Like those rich people’s games when they had nothing better to do. But even so, clearly, she had definitely got herself into a mess with one of them.

And she needed to get out.

Breathe, Shannon, breathe. You can do this. You can play your way out of here.

“Are you alright? Is the water to your liking?”

The girl, now clad in a golden silk robe, daintily sat down by the bathtub. That snapped Shannon out of her thoughts.

“I’m fine,” Shannon offered a weak smile through the headache wrecking her brain, “Thank you.”

The girl smiled in return and nodded, and Shannon had now just realised that perhaps she was not so stupid having impulsively got herself tangled up in this situation after all.

Big brown eyes, thick and long lashes, a cute button nose and peachy soft lips that Shannon just wanted to take a bite. This girl was fucking gorgeous.

Last night must’ve been fucking amazing, then.

“I’m Kariel, just in case you forgot, which I think you actually did,” the girl chuckled, “and we had a great time and even a wedding in Vegas last night.”

Oh fuck so it did happen.

“Oh, and,” Kariel grinned almost a little too happily to Shannon’s comfort, “We’re on our honeymoon in my vacation home. In Macau.”

Huh…?

Shannon blinked once, twice, and then–

“MACAU!?”

—

“Too easy.”

This was the fourth time tonight that Shannon had been able to scoop all three players at her table with little trouble and made three new enemies in the process. But what could they do? She had beaten them fair and square in front of many. They could be bitter all they wanted. It wasn’t like their deals on the NYSE or NASDAQ trading floor wouldn’t recuperate that money for them the next day anyway.

All eyes were on Shannon. She smirked to herself. How she missed being praised like a goddess in front of many just like this.

After that stint Ibrahim pulled on her three years ago, she needed this more than ever.

Out of the admiring and seething eyes on her, Shannon could feel it. A certain someone was watching her. A certain someone who she could make out of the corner of her eye to be as intriguing and perhaps intelligent as they were extremely pleasant on the eye.

An amused smile curled on her lips. She knew they were approaching her from behind.

“Good evening, lovely.”

A sing-song voice softly caressed Shannon’s ear. A perfectly manicured French tips hand daintily brushed over her shoulder. Shannon didn’t shrug it off.

Her nostril caught a waft of a citrusy floral scent that she immediately recognised as Atelier Cologne’s Pacific Lime. Very expensive shit. Recently discontinued in the United States and Canada, and only sold exclusively now in Europe.

Shannon could tell that this woman was among the actually rich society in the casino tonight.

“Kariel Leung,” the woman smiled and took a step forward, now in front of Shannon, “I’m very impressed at how you played these old geezers. Almost made me want to make a bet against their wives on you to beat ‘em all tonight.”

Of fucking course. Rich bitch™. Only a rich bitch would make bets on people betting just like that.

Shannon involuntarily let a snicker slip, but she honestly couldn’t stay annoyed for too long as soon as her eyes fell upon the woman who had just introduced herself as Kariel, now up close and personal right in front of her.

What a vision, Shannon had to admit. Kariel was stunning. Drop dead gorgeous, even. Petite frame in a casual black bandage gown with cut-outs across the chest that hugged her perky curves in all the right places, balancing gracefully on a pair of simple black stilettos. Long chocolate brown hair gently curled into perfect ringlets. Pale golden skin that basically glowed under the soft golden light illuminating the casino floor. Light, yet immaculate makeup accentuating long, dark lashes over brown almond-shaped eyes on a delicate face framed by a pair of plain dangling gold earrings. Soft lips painted in brick red and plumped with deliciously juicy gloss.

Classy. Elegant. Beautiful.

Shannon realised that this girl didn’t even need to put out all the stops with the flashy bling-bling to get the message across that she was beyond just rich. Her black bandage dress looked casual enough, but upon a closer look, it was unmistakably a vintage Herve Leger piece that was at least a few thousand quids. Her black stilettos seemed quite basic and simple, but the signature red soles of Louboutin shoes on their underside said otherwise.

Kariel was not just rich, but rich and powerful. It was the quiet luxury she was displaying that had convinced Shannon to believe that this girl was not one to trifle with.

But that didn’t scare Shannon, nor stop her from getting snarky with the rich girl anyway.

“Glad to have impressed you,” Shannon put on a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, “but I’d rather not be a racehorse to entertain you and the snobbish airheads married to the dumb geezers I’ve just wiped the floor with.”

Kariel raised an eyebrow, and Shannon fistbumped herself inside.

Good job Shannon.

“Now if you would excuse me,” Shannon let that fake smile twitch on her face again, before dropping it completely and opting for a more serious look to show that she was done playing games, “There’s another table calling my name to swipe all that cash from.”

But much to Shannon’s surprise, Kariel wasn’t even fazed one bit at the not-so-subtle “fuck you” Shannon had just given her. Instead, the Asian woman returned Shannon’s fake smile with an amused smirk on her face, then gracefully turned around and beckoned Shannon to follow her.

“Oh, yes,” Kariel’s laugh was musical, “You’re right. There’s a table waiting for you over here. But I’m not so sure about you scooping ‘em all just yet.”

Then the girl turned back briefly to face Shannon,

“Come, Dublin’s Ace. Let’s see how you fare yourself against me. One on one. My game.”

“How the f–

“Love Island is my guilty pleasure, Shannon Callaghan,” Kariel laughed again, “But anyway, let’s play some Chinese poker. A pro like you wouldn’t have a problem with such a simple game, I’d imagine.”

Shannon could only blink in confusion, but still, the proud Dublin’s Ace in her didn’t want to give that away. She had a reputation and an image to maintain, after all.

Besides, the game was simple enough. Beginner-friendly, even. Stacking thirteen cards in three hands of five, five, and three, from the bottom up, in ascending order of hand. Shannon would only need to win two out three hands to earn her cash for the round.

There would be no way in hell she would lose. Especially not to a rich bitch™.

Beating this rich girl and shutting that sing-song laugh up for good would probably be really fun, actually.

“Alright, you’ve got my attention. Let’s play.”

—

Tonight, Shannon had learned three things.

One, Kariel was actually a fucking Macanese heiress. Her father actually owned this casino, plus its international branches in both Monte Carlo and Macau, which explained how the dealers were basically at her beck and call and more than ready to accommodate a game of Chinese poker just for two players because Vegas casinos didn’t host this kind of poker very often, actually.

Two, Kariel was actually good at the game. None of that luck bollocks. The heiress was, in fact, so bloody skilled and actually was very intelligent and strategic with her gameplay.

Usually, people would bolster their bottom hand because that would be the highest hand in the set, but Shannon noticed after a couple rounds that Kariel actually would try to set her top hand as high as possible while still making sure there would be no mis-set on her end. That annoyed Shannon to no end, actually.

Because that was how Shannon would have arranged her hand, too.

For the first time ever since Shannon started her Vegas trip, she had met someone who she could consider a worthy opponent. If Shannon Callaghan was Dublin’s Ace, then Kariel Leung would be the Ace of Macau.

As much as Shannon hated to admit, Kariel did give her a run for her money, fair and square.

It would make sense, though. This girl had literally grown up in casinos all her life.

As Shannon turned over the last card dealt to her, her eyes almost widened at the hand she had, but her instincts immediately kicked in, and at the last second, she managed to hide her surprise behind the usual poker face that had marched her victory so many times before.

Kariel’s face was also expressionless. She gave nothing away. When it was time for the hand reveal, she gave the dealer a nod.

“Natural.”

Shannon kept her mouth tight as Kariel’s hand gracefully dropped on the table. Pair of tens, pair of nines, pair of eights, pair of sevens, pair of six’s, pair of fives and a random number card that didn’t really matter anymore–

“Six and a half pairs,” the dealer called.

That would be a whopping six points for Kariel. She would win six times the amount she had bet for that round, if Shannon didn’t have anything better to beat that hand.

Shannon tried her very best to maintain her perfect poker face. She had to keep up the show, until the very end.

It’d be worth it.

“Natural.”

Kariel raised an eyebrow, but in amusement rather than annoyance that Shannon also was declaring a natural hand. Nonetheless, the girl kept herself cool and composed.

Shannon didn’t blame her, actually. Six and a half pairs wouldn’t be the lowest of the natural hands.

But it would be lower than an–

“All Broadway.”

It took Shannon all of her self-restraint and then some to keep a victorious smirk from stretching across her face as her hand dropped.

Four aces, two kings, three queens, four jacks. A whopping thirty-two points.

That would be three hundred and twenty thousand dollars that Shannon had won. Lady Luck was on her side tonight.

“Congratulations,” Kariel smiled, and much to Shannon’s surprise, there wasn’t even an ounce of sarcasm or malice dripping in the girl’s melodious voice, “You’ve beaten me, fair and square.”

But Shannon knew it was just sheer, dumb luck–

“Don’t worry, really,” Kariel stood up, motioning for the dealer that she would like to close the table, “It’s just pocket change for me. Pretty refreshing to see a showdown of pure luck, actually.”

It was indeed a showdown of pure luck. A natural hand was never to be played. It was given. Nobody would know when they were getting one. Nobody would know if they were the only one with a natural hand at the table, or if their natural hand would be the highest in the game.

And so, the third thing Shannon had learned tonight was that anything could happen even in a game of skills. In the case of a natural hand showdown, nobody could play their way to the top. Lady Luck would be the one deciding who would rise and who would fall.

And that got Shannon thinking, maybe, just maybe, the whole debacle with Ibrahim and Jo was a case of luck, rather than who the better player was, after all.

But for tonight, she’d rather not think about Ibrahim. Luck or not, he had still done her so dirty with his reluctance to be honest and upfront with her. He did not deserve to occupy her mind right now. She was having a good time in Vegas, and she intended to keep it that way.

“Hey,” The Macanese heiress sauntered towards Shannon and stretched out a hand towards her with a bright smile, “I like you, Shannon. I want to get acquainted with you.”

Shannon blinked once, twice, but nonetheless took Kariel’s hand, and silently gasped at the electric feeling of the heiress’s slender fingers sensually slipping in between her larger ones.

“Let’s head to the VIP lounge. Just you and me. I’m itching to crack open my D’Amalfi Supreme. That shit’s been collecting dust in the cabinet, and I don’t want to just let twenty-seven million dollars worth of good shit go to waste like that. You seem cool. I wanna share this with you.”

Kariel grinned playfully and squeezed Shannon’s hand.

But in all honesty, even a pro poker player like Shannon was having trouble processing the information that the heiress had just casually dropped.

Twenty-seven bloody million dollars for a bottle of Limoncello.

Just how fucking loaded was this girl’s family?

—

“Fuck Ibrahim. Fuck Jo. Fuck the both of them, really.”

Shannon had no idea how many fucking shots she had taken or how many different kinds of liqueur including that very expensive Limoncello in a diamond-embellished bottle she had thrown back in the past hour ever since she let Kariel lead her into the exclusive VIP lounge at the back of the casino. Her head was spinning. Her hair was tousled. Her lipstick smeared and her mascara was running. She was a total mess, emotional and drunk. A stark contrast from her usual cool, calm and collected demeanour.

Kariel offered her a sympathetic side hug, squeezing her tight against the heiress’s petite frame. Shannon was grateful that at the very least, there was someone listening and understanding her. As much as she had been doing her best to keep her cool and move on from the clownery she found herself in on Love Island, it had been bothering her a great deal in the past three years.

It didn’t help that Shannon had been bottling all this bitterness up inside of her all this time, too.

Especially when she couldn’t help but wonder if she was lowkey being body-shamed by Ibrahim, because it was really hard not to see her, a big girl, being cast aside for a girl with a banging bod like Jo, as anything else.

Shannon had been telling herself that confidence was the most powerful weapon she could wield, and pretending to keep that confidence intact was a close second. Nobody would know how insecure this entire Ibrahim fiasco had made her become and how fucked up her mind had been ever since she was dumped from the villa. Nobody would know.

Nobody, except, for some reason, Kariel Leung.

“Honestly, to hell with them and their obsession for fitness. They didn’t even last that long after the show,” Kariel scoffed, “Good riddance, really. He dropped a beauty with an actual brain for some airhead liar.”

Shannon froze. Being called a beauty was the last thing she would expect to hear from anyone. Especially from the epitome of beauty herself.

Shannon would be lying if she said she wasn’t attracted to the Macanese heiress who had both riled her up and been a friend to her, even a little bit. Which was an unfamiliar feeling because she had only ever been with men before.

In all honesty, she wouldn’t be opposed to getting herself tangled up with a woman.

Shannon felt her heart thump hard and fast against her ribcage as Kariel scooted closer and closer, and soon, the heiress’s face was only mere inches away from hers.

“Fuck, Shannon, you’re beautiful. Never forget that.”

A slew of emotions Shannon had never experienced before washed over her as Kariel leaned in to press her soft lips against Shannon’s plump ones, then threaded her slender fingers into Shannon’s tousled fiery curls and parted Shannon’s mouth gently with her tongue.

Shannon gasped. Kariel took the opportunity to slide her tongue in to caress the inside of her mouth.

All these feelings were just so new to Shannon. So unfamiliar. So nerve-racking. Yet at the same time so intoxicating and leaving her wanting more.

So Shannon wound her arms around the Macanese heiress’s waists, pulled the girl flushed against her voluptuous breasts, and moved her mouth to kiss her back.

Fuck–

Shannon could feel Kariel smirk against her lips. Much to her disappointment, though, the heiress pulled away after a moment.

But what Kariel said next set Shannon ablaze with desire.

“How far do you want to take this tonight, gorgeous?”

The Macanese’s lips ghosted against Shannon’s lips. Her warm breath sent a jolt straight down Shannon’s spine, and almost instantly, Shannon felt a warm wet patch begin to form on her knickers.

She wanted this. She needed this.

She needed Kariel.

“How far are you willing to go, Kariel?”

The heiress grinned against Shannon’s mouth after swiping her wicked tongue across Shannon’s lips, “However far you’re willing to go, sexy.”

That was more than enough for Shannon to let go of the last of her restraint and shamelessly grabbed onto Kariel’s hands and guided them to slip into the deep V neck of her dress to fondle her tits.

“I want to go all the way.”

Kariel pulled back, her eyes lit up happily as if she was a kid in a candy shop, her hands continued to gently squeeze around the softness of Shannon’s mounds, occasionally brushing her thumbs over the hardening nipples. Shannon gasped at the sensation, but before her gasp could even fully form, Kariel had already captured her mouth into another searing kiss, while at the same time slithered her hand onto Shannon’s back and toyed with the zipper of her gown.

In a minute, Shannon’s gown pooled around her ankles, and soon, so did Kariel’s. Before long, both women were stripped down to their underwear, and Shannon was glad that she had decided to go braless for the night.

But Kariel— Fuck, Kariel was the very definition of sex on legs in sheer black lace lingerie while keeping her black Louboutin stilettos on.

The heiress gave Shannon a seductive smirk, then pushed Shannon down the plush sofa and without hesitation, latched her mouth onto one of Shannon’s hard nipples while trailing one hand down the valley of Shannon’s huge tits, past her soft belly, then dipping into Shannon’s knicker to playfully flicker her thin fingers along the slick, soaking slit of Shannon’s dripping cunt.

“You’re happy to see me in a teddy,” Kariel released Shannon’s nipple with a pop, then bent down and suck hard on the other nipple and trailed her tongue down, down, down—

A loud moan escaped Shannon’s mouth as the heiress brushed Shannon’s knickers to the side and swiped her tongue along Shannon’s cunt, but not before giving her clit a sounding suck and a cheeky, gentle bite.

“And you taste as delicious as you look. Gosh, I’ve been wanting to have some hot as shit sex with you ever since I saw you breaking down the old geezers on the floor, baby girl.”

Shannon could honestly get used to this. Being eaten out by another woman was something that was amazing beyond imagination, she realised.

She couldn’t care any less how increasingly loud her moans had become by now.

Everything then went by in a blur.

Shannon tried to burn the feelings into every cell of her skin.

Kariel tasted fucking divine when Shannon returned the favour by sucking and lapping at the heiress’s equally as wet cunt.

And the scissoring, bloody hell, the scissoring was just out of this world. The sloppy wet sound of clit rubbing against clit was one Shannon found incredibly lustful, and that kept her going for more. Every buck of her hips, ever flicker of her tongue against Kariel’s, every squeeze of her hands on Kariel’s small but perky tits, every soft pinch of Kariel’s dainty fingers on her nipples— Shannon slowly slipped further and further into the quicksand of immense pleasure and euphoria.

Shannon lost count of how many times she had come that night having sex with Kariel. But one thing she knew for sure, was that she had thoroughly enjoyed the entire experience, and realised that perhaps this would be something that she’d really be into, after all.

Kariel gave Shannon a loud, sloppy kiss on the mouth as both women hastily pulled their dresses back on, but neither of them wanted the night to end there.

Picking up a bottle of tequila, Kariel took a long swig, then handed it to Shannon, who then took a long swig as well. Both women were still so bloody drunk, even after all that iron-pumping sex they just had with one another.

“Hey, I got an idea,” Kariel slinged an arm around Shannon’s shoulder, “Let’s do one of those Elvis weddings together. I heard those are fuuuuuuunnnnnn— Oh! After that, let’s take my private jet back to Macau. Let’s team up tomorrow and take my dad’s friends’ money at the casino over there!”

Shannon honestly was too high in the clouds to even stop for a second and realise that this was all so messy and would get her into a mess that would be so hard to get out of—

“What the hell? I’m in!”

—

“Fuck, Shannon, fuck—

“Kariel… Kari— oh, yes, please. Harder.”

Apparently, Shannon never realised how into being pegged by a woman with a double-ended dildo she would be, until Kariel fucked the both of them with a double-ended dildo in the gigantic bedroom of the heiress’s mansion the moment they both landed in Macau after being married by an Elvis Presley impersonator in Vegas just hours before.

Kariel even got each of them a ring that was at least twenty thousand dollars, too.

Shannon ended up cumming for the however-many-times-it-was-oh-gods-she-definitely-lost-count’th time when Kariel pulled her into a sixty-nine and fingered and ate her swollen cunt out as Shannon herself buried her face deep into Kariel’s equally as swollen cunt.

—

“So…”

“Yep,” Kariel laughed, “Wild night, wasn’t it? We slept in for almost an entire day actually.”

Shannon just wanted the water in the bathtub to swallow her whole. This was so fucking embarrassing. Not only did she get so drunk her brain was gone, but she also had had wild sex multiple times with the same woman who was now taking care of her through her hangover, and mindlessly got herself into a fucking marriage with said woman.

Not to mention it was a wedding officiated by some rando in an Elvis Presley costume.

“I’m so sorry,” Shannon sighed, “Fuck I didn’t think I’d get this fucked up—

“It’s alright, lovely,” Kariel grabbed her hand and gently squeezed in reassurance, “I quite enjoyed it. It was a very good experience, actually.”

Shannon would be damned if she said she didn’t thoroughly enjoy it too.

“But Kariel, we barely even know each other and we’re now married for fuck’s sake—

The realisation that Kariel’s rich and powerful father would soon be on Shannon’s arse for this was not helping, too, at all.

“Oh, that,” Kariel shook her head with a smile, “It was never legally binding. We never signed a license, so technically, we’re not married in the eye of the law. I was just playing earlier. The ring was just for show.”

Oh.

Shannon supposed that was one problem solved.

But then she realised that she was in bloody Macau, in bloody Asia. An entire day of flying away from either Las Vegas or her home in Dublin.

And all her luggage was still in Nevada.

And she probably had missed her flight back to Dublin, too.

“Oh shi—

“Don’t worry,” Kariel smiled sadly, “I get it. I’ll have my private jet fly you back to Dublin and the hotel staff pack up and ship your luggage to your home.”

Shannon breathed a sigh of relief, “Thank you.”

Yet why, just why did she feel a little bit sad just now at the thought of probably never seeing Kariel again once she landed back in Dublin?

But to her pleasant surprise, Kariel suddenly went silent, as if finding the right words to say, before taking a deep breath and asked, her eyes twinkling hopefully.

“Shannon, I know we’ve just met and somehow we did some mad crazy shit the night before. But I mean it when I said I really liked you, and that you’re really beautiful and I’m attracted to you. So if you’d like, and only if you’d like, I could arrange for you to stay a few more days so you and I can fuck with the old sexist men on the casino floor, and just sorta get to know one another and enjoy an impromptu vacation. I’ll show you around and we can go anywhere you want. Who knows what the future holds, but at the very least, I want to make a friend out of you. No games. If things do end up going further, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there. What do you say?”

The pre-Vegas Shannon would’ve run for the hills. But that Shannon was gone. The post-Vegas Shannon right now had learned that sometimes letting loose and leaving things up to fate would be the best thing to do, especially after having had to bottle everything up inside for so long and put on a charade that she had to be cool, calm and composed all the time.

Besides, she was curious to see how this would unfold. She liked Kariel. If not as a lover, then as a really cool friend who would conspire with her to knock old, opinionated men off their high horse. Her favourite sport to play.

And if Lady Luck decided to grace her once more, then maybe she could have that legendary sex she had just had the night before again, too.

“Yes, Kariel. I’d like that.”

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Los 59th Baeksang Arts Awards anuncia a los nominados para las categorías de cine y televisión.

¡Los 59th Baeksang Arts Awards han anunciado sus nominados para las categorías de cine y televisión!

Los candidatos fueron elegidos entre dramas, programas y películas que se emitieron o se estrenaron entre el 1 de abril de 2022 y el 31 de marzo de 2023. Sin embargo, las obras que se estrenaron durante el período de proyección del año pasado también se incluyeron en el grupo de este año. Se encuestó a 60 expertos de la industria antes de las nominaciones finales. Además, las producciones que se excluyeron el año pasado porque se estrenaron durante el período de proyección también se incluyeron en el grupo de este año.

Echa un vistazo a los candidatos finales de la televisión y el cine del año pasado a continuación:

Mejor Drama

JTBC “My Liberation Notes” Netflix “The Glory” tvN “Our Blues” ENA “Extraordinary Attorney Woo” tvN “Little Women”

Mejor Variety Show

tvN “Earth Arcade” Psick University “Psick Show” Netflix “Physical: 100” TVING “EXchange 2” Coupang Play “SNL Korea 3”

Mejor Show Educativo

wavve “National Office of Investigation” (literal title) Netflix “In the Name of God: A Holy Betrayal” EBS “Your Literacy Skills+” (literal title) MBC Gyeongnam “Adult Kim Jang Ha” (literal title) KBS “Hidden Earth: 3 Billion Years on the Korean Peninsula”

Mejor Actor

Son Suk Ku – JTBC “My Liberation Notes” Lee Byung Hun – tvN “Our Blues” Lee Sung Min – JTBC “Reborn Rich” Jung Kyung Ho – tvN “Crash Course in Romance” Choi Min Sik – Disney+ “Casino”

Mejor Actriz

Kim Ji Won – JTBC “My Liberation Notes” Kim Hye Soo – tvN “Under the Queen’s Umbrella” Park Eun Bin – ENA “Extraordinary Attorney Woo” Song Hye Kyo – Netflix “The Glory” Suzy – Coupang Play “Anna”

Mejor Actor de Reparto

Kang Ki Young – ENA “Extraordinary Attorney Woo” Kim Do Hyun – JTBC “Reborn Rich” Kim Jun Han – Coupang Play “Anna” Park Sung Hoon – Netflix “The Glory” Jo Woo Jin – Netflix “Narco-Saints”

Mejor Actriz de Reparto

Kim Shin Rok – JTBC “Reborn Rich” Yeom Hye Ran – Netflix “The Glory” Lee El – JTBC “My Liberation Notes” Lim Ji Yeon – Netflix “The Glory” Jung Eun Chae – Coupang Play “Anna”

Mejor Nuevo Actor

Kim Gun Woo – Netflix “The Glory” Kim Min Ho – ENA “New Recruit” Moon Sang Min – tvN “Under the Queen’s Umbrella” Joo Jong Hyuk – ENA “Extraordinary Attorney Woo” Hong Kyung – wavve “Weak Hero Class 1”

Mejor Nueva Actriz

Kim Hieora – Netflix “The Glory” Noh Yoon Seo – tvN “Crash Course in Romance” Lee Kyung Sung – JTBC “My Liberation Notes” Joo Hyun Young – ENA “Exaordinary Attorney Woo” Ha Yun Kyung – ENA “Extraordinary Attorney Woo”

Mejor Entertainer Masculino

Kian84 Kim Kyung Wook Kim Jong Kook Jun Hyun Moo Hwang Jae Sung

Mejor Entertainer Femenina

Kim Min Kyung Park Se Mi Lee Soo Ji Lee Eun Ji Joo Hyun Young

Mejor Película

“Next Sohee” “The Night Owl” “Hansan: Rising Dragon” “Hunt” “Decision to Leave”

Mejor Actor

Ma Dong Seok – “The Roundup” Ryu Jun Yeol – “The Night Owl” Park Hae Il – “Decision to Leave” Song Kang Ho – “Broker” Jung Woo Sung – “Hunt”

Mejor Actriz

Bae Doo Na – “Next Sohee” Yang Mal Bok – “The Apartment With Two Women” Yum Jung Ah – “Life Is Beautiful” Jeon Do Yeon – “Kill Boksoon” Tang Wei – “Decision to Leave”

Mejor Actor de Reparto

Kang Ki Young – “The Point Men” Kim Sung Cheol – “The Night Owl” Park Ji Hwan – “The Roundup” Byun Yo Han – “Hansan: Rising Dragon” Im Siwan – “Emergency Declaration”

Mejor Actriz de Reparto

Park Se Wan – “6/45” Bae Doo Na – “Broker” Ahn Eun Jin – “The Night Owl” Yum Jung Ah – “Alienoid” Lee Yeon – “Kill Boksoon”

Mejor Nuevo Actor

Noh Jae Won –”Missing Yoon” Jinyoung – “Christmas Carol” Byun Woo Seok – “20th Century Girl” Seo In Guk – “Project Wolf Hunting” Ong Seong Wu – “Life Is Beautiful”

Mejor Nueva Actriz

Go Yoon Jung – “Hunt” Kim Si Eun – “Next Sohee” Kim Hye Yoon – “The Girl On a Bulldozer” IU – “Broker” Ha Yun Kyung – “Gyeong Ah’s Daughter”

La ceremonia está programada para el 28 de abril en Paradise City en Incheon a partir de las 5:30 p.m. KST. El programa se transmitirá en vivo por televisión a través de JTBC, JTBC2 y JTBC4, y también se transmitirá en vivo a través de TikTok.

Fuente: soompi.com

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MacShayne: Winner Takes All - NBC - February 11, 1994

Drama

Running Time: 120 minutes

Stars:

 Kenny Rogers as John J "Jack" MacShayne

Terry O'Quinn as Danny Leggett

Wendy Phillips as Hannah Foss

John Karlen as Waldo Church

J. A. Preston as Pete Webb

Richard McGonagle as Dix Guthrie

Robert Guy Miranda as Martin Rome

Jeff Allin as Sheldon Markowitz

Debra Jo Rupp as Alice

Barry Newman as Andy Capasso

Ann Jillian As Miranda Church

Stephen Bridgewater as Charter Clerk

Ray Buktenica as Charlie Dear

(In 1993, NBC attempted to reboot its "NBC Mystery Movie" wheel of the 1970s, which had aired, in weekly rotation, several popular mystery serires, including McMillian & Wife, McCloud, and most famously, Columbo. The new "NBC Mystery Movie" wheel was to be led by the Perry Mason movies starring Raymond Burr, which had proven to be popular over the eight years and 26 movies that had been made up to that point. Staying Afloat starring Larry Hagman was intended to be part of the wheel, as well as movies starring Louis Gossett, Jr, and even Kenny Rogers, the latter playing a ex-con named MacShayne who works as a casino house detective in Las Vegas.

Tragically, after Raymond Burr's death that same year, and the failure of the "Perry Mason Mystery" series that was meant to continue the Mason franchise without him, the new "Mystery Movie" wheel was scrapped.)

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