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nicoxgarcia​:

The Lucky Ace Casino. It was only natural that people who had money went there to win even more money to add to their already borderline decadent bank account. Nicolas was not exactly a gambling man for games of chance were never really his thing – but he did like seeing people play. Hell, on a good day, he would even go for poker, and not to toot his own horn but he was a fairly decent player. There were those who were better than him, of course. Professional players that turned playing poker into a lifestyle. Nevertheless, why not engage in a night of frivolity and entertainment? Why not sit at a table and play some poker ( and suggest some strip poker under more private settings ) while he was at it? It was fun for a while. He won some, he lost some but in the end, the result had been mostly positive and he was leaving the table with more money than he had spent. The slot machines were not his thing. If he wanted to grab a handle and play with it, he would rather have a real man by his side so that he could play with a much better-looking handle. He did, however, stop by the Blackjack table since it was the one with the largest crowd admiring the game and found it oddly fascinating that Sebastian was the center of everyone’s attention. He seemed to be losing now – but according to some of the bystanders, his luck had been on high before. The man who had won most of the games was now losing and Nicolas knew what that meant for some. It meant losing a bucket load of money and that was never good for anyone’s mood. But games of chance had that little drawback. You won some… you lost some.

“I don’t believe anyone has a magic dick that provides you with instant luck.” Nicolas approached the other man at a steady pace, offering Sebastian a comforting smile as he gently patted the other man on the shoulder. “How about you take a little break? Join me for a drink. I can even be persuaded to be your good luck charm. I mean – I did get lucky at the poker table. Maybe I’ll share my luck with you.”

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It was easy to ignore the eyes on him as he played, especially as he was winning, but now that he’d let his losing streak get to the best of him with this little outburst Sebastian was all too aware of the crowd that had formed around the table; he was all too aware of the people watching him. There was a moment of panic that his choice of words, and the fact he was clearly not good at losing, would be taken and plastered on the front of some tabloid magazine or sold to some seedy online gossip rag column. He was going to be the butt of everyone’s jokes by sunrise and he was going to have to issue an apology, or statement of some kind, explaining that he isn’t a poor sport and was taken out of context. You know. The standard clean-up procedure when there was potential for damage being done to his career... but that worry quickly melted away when he remembered where he was. Blackstone. He was protected here.

Turning to face the crowd gathered behind him, he relaxed even further as he felt a hand rest against his shoulder; as he saw Nicolas. It might have been a bit early to consider and call the man a friend, they had only just met, but the instant wave of relief that washed over him at seeing a familiar face was noticeable in the way his shoulder’s slumped and his posture softened. 

“If anyone was going to a have a magic dick like that, I imagine it would be you.” He was more than willing to test that out right then and there as well but he quickly pushed that intrusive thought to the back of his head as he nodded in agreement. “I think you’re right, a break would be good.” Turning back to the dealer, he took a slip that showed how much he still owed the house so he could either take it to a clerk and pay out before leaving or he could find another table to try and win enough back to cancel out his loses. “I guess you do technically owe me a drink,” he mused as he slide into place against Nicolas’s side so he could officially leave the table and join the other. “--but if you agree to be my good-luck charm and it actually works? I’ll give you half my winnings as consolation. Unless you’d prefer a different set up...”

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aidendonahue​:

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The sheer endless amount of options for what to do and how to have fun in this place really seemed to be overwhelming at times - that certainly had become a running theme Aiden had noticed over his time of being here. In a way, he was happy about his own daily routines being fairly structured thanks to his job, even though he sometimes did think about how nice it must be to just indulge in the pleasures of the island, its staff and services night and day. But nonetheless, it wasn’t surprising that especially the first-timers and new arrivals took a moment to figure out what the best ways to enjoy themselves could be.

Aiden smiled as he noticed the younger man looking him over, being fairly used by now to the shameless way some of the men took in the sight of each other. In all honesty, he quite appreciated that boldness, and it made him much more comfortable himself in returning the favor and looking the young man over. He certainly was gorgeous, with the “outfit” leaving not much to the imagination, and somehow the other did also seem familiar in some way, although Aiden could not place the face. He’d met some celebrities back in the day of course, and also the island did have a tendency to attract the rich, famous and beautiful. So he wouldn’t have been surprised to find out the other was of prominence. “Well, that would certainly depend on what is fun to you”, he mused with a smile. “I personally love taking a dive into the ocean on a day like this, you know… Going for a swim and then letting the sun dry you off after. In general, of course the island has plenty of fun to offer”, he added with a little wink, leaving his words ambiguous on purpose. “If you’re ever looking for something to do after sunset, I can recommend checking out the Men’s Club. We have the best dancers putting on the most enthralling show you can imagine. I’m Aiden, by the way. Welcome to Blackstone Island.”

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That would certainly depend on what is fun to you. Sebastian had been hoping he would just tell him what to do but he had a good point. The man didn’t know anything about him and if the boy was looking for something fun picking blindly ran the risk of suggesting something to him that he wouldn’t enjoy. Then again, Sebastian liked to think he was fairly easy going in that sense. He found most things to be fun, especially when he wasn’t working. “Fun?” He repeated the word with pursed lips. Despite his aversion to making decisions, he thought it over for a moment and tried to come up with some ideas for himself. “I do enjoy swimming so that wouldn’t be the worst idea but I enjoy other things too. Drinking, dancing, sneaking away to have sex with gorgeous men in the bathroom where anyone could find us, trying new food, the list goes on... none of it is fun, though, if I’m doing it by myself...” 

“What about you?” He questioned as he took a slight step closer, that smirk still on his lips. “What do you like to do for fun, or what did you think off my list sounded like a good idea for me?” Placing his hands on his hips, he cocked his head to the side as Aiden introduced himself; and also introduced another idea for the actor to consider for later tonight. “Sebastian,” he offered his name in reply before quickly moving on to talk about the club that had been mentioned. “The Gentleman’s Club, huh? I didn’t know they had one of those here, I think I missed the tour when I checked in, but I’m not surprised. This place really has everything... Let me guess, you’re one of the performers?” He teased with a loose smile. “Of course you are. You’re one of the most attractive men I’ve ever seen so of course Blackstone took advantage of that. There’s probably a crowd around your stage every night so you’d likely never realize I was there... do you offer private performances?”

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nicoxgarcia​:

It felt oddly relaxing to just sit down with someone and talk about the most trivial of things – and flirting in the process – which was a nice change from all that boring and prolonged chats regarding the company and stocks and what was acceptable for him to do or how he should behave. In a way, Nicolas believed his parents ( always with an iron grip around his throat ) still saw him as a kid. Someone who had no idea of what he was doing, someone who could either be the best thing that ever happened or the biggest disappointment in their life. Alas, being at the resort was not here nor there. He didn’t need to watch his words and play pretend for a bunch of jerk-offs that descended upon him like vultures. He was free now. Free to say and do whatever the absolute fuck he wanted. And right now… that included sharing drinks with a rather handsome guy and seeing where the chips would fall.

“I’ve been working on this list for a few years.” Nicolas glanced down at his phone were some of the items he had written down included eating double-flavor ice cream and McDonald’s for instance. “It’s a very long story and I definitely do not want to bore your pretty little head with boring tales.” Instead, Nicolas was far more interested in getting to know Sebastian. In learning whatever he could from the other man and most definitely made the most of his stay at the resort. “If it makes you feel any good, I did get lost on the way to my room as well. I still don’t know where is but hey… you can always bat your eyelashes to the staff and ask them to point you in the right direction.” That’s how he found the beach bars despite them being reasonably visible from a distance. “You also ended up at the tattoo shop?” There was a snort and Nicolas couldn’t help but nudge Sebastian gently on the shoulder. “I ended up there too. I mean, when in Rome…” Unscrewing one of the beers, Nicolas took to bottle to his lips and returned his gaze to the sea, feeling his lips curl in a somewhat amused smirk – especially with Sebastian’s choice of words. “I mean, I believe the pleasure comes later but the sentiment is reciprocated.” He took another swing at the beer and paused, giving the man beside him a long and curious look.”I hope you forgive me for this but… your face. It looks familiar from somewhere.” And the more he thought about it, the more Nicolas was sure that he had seen Sebastian somewhere. “You really look like this cute guy from a horror movie I saw a while back. I might be mistaken – but damn. The resemblance is uncanny.”

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"I don’t think it’s boring at all,” he argued before taking another sip of his drink. As he leaned over and glanced at the list being shown to him there were a few on the list that stood out to him. Most, if not all, seemed normal and harmless enough but it was things like mentioning ice-cream, and especially McDonalds, that gave Sebastian pause. If anything, it highlighted just how different their worlds were and reminded the actor that even though he took to have wealth and notoriety easily that he hadn’t started off in a such a comfortable state. 

“Actually, yeah, you getting lost does make me feel better but that might make me sound like a bit of an ass.” He answered with an amused laugh. “I’m just glad to know I’m not the only one that was just wandering around this place... and I can’t believe I didn’t think to ask a staff member for help. Hell, when I got these beers they even asked if I was enjoying myself or needed anything and rather than telling them I couldn’t figure out my right from my left here I just said I was and left. Not my brightest moment.” He teased. “I didn’t even think to ask the artist at the tattoo parlor for help though in my defense he was very distracting. Not as distracting as you are, but still.”

“It can come sooner rather than later, if you want.” His flirting was starting to get a bit heavy handed but, thankfully, the conversation quickly switched gears and moved to focus on his career. Taking another sip of his beer to buy himself some time, Sebastian tried to ignore the heat in his face as color flushed over his cheeks. Hopefully it wasn’t that noticeable. “If you’re talking about Black Diamond, yeah... that was me. That was my first movie, actually. Even though it catapulted my career, most people don’t ask me about that one anymore. It’s only five years old, now, but people tend to forget about it in favor of asking about the massive superhero movie franchise I wound up in. I--” he knew people had seen Black Diamond. Like he said, it was his first move and it catapulted his career and ultimately made him into the actor that he is today, but most people he talked to anymore didn’t seem to know about it. They only became a fan of his because of his work with superhero movies or because it was the popular thing to do. There was a genuine, almost smitten, smile on his features as he looked over at Nicolas. “I-- I can’t believe you’ve seen it.”

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Born into a modest family of hard workers, his parents had dreams for Sebastian to grow up and be a doctor or for him to learn a trade job so he’d have enough money to live comfortably; so he wouldn’t have to struggle the way they did. Of course that’s not what he wanted for himself, though. The boy had always been a bit of a dreamer; and a bit too stubborn to settle...

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nicoxgarcia​:

It was a good thing that he was a composed individual – otherwise, the sudden interruption of his thoughts may have very well led to a high-pitched squeal and a mini heart attack. Instead, Nicolas turned his head towards the interloper and he could feel both of his eyebrows arching upwards – not just at the sight before him but also at the comment regarding his ‘to-do list’. It was such a good opportunity and he would be dumb as shit if he passed it out. “I mean… you’re not on my to-do list… yet. That’s the good thing about these. You can always add more and more things. I suspect you’d be right at the top of it.” It was shameless flirting but wasn’t that why he was there? Surrounded by gorgeous men and in their very own slice of heaven? No need to wear expensive suits or ties. Just flip-flops and shorts and that’s it. It was always sunny and the water seemed ever so inviting… Why should he even worry about having a to-do list? Maybe he should just get things done.

“Well, it’s quite a long list.” Nicolas waved his phone for the other man to see but he couldn’t help but to smile at the prospect of sharing beers with a handsome lad and chatting him up a bit. “I just got here yesterday so this is all… new to me. I’ve been at resorts before but this is a whole new caliber.” His blue eyes scanned the beach. The white sand, the recliners, the calm and soothing waves caressing the shore. There were so many things to do around the island and it was so incredibly hard to decide what ( or who ) to do first. “Well, I don’t mind the company. And maybe I can pick your brain and get a different point of view other than my own.” Nicolas was all smiles as he offered his hand – followed by a quick wink. “I’m Nicolas. Friends call me Nico.”

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"I can work with yet.” He teased with a smile. Sebastian had no issues with flirting. He liked to think he was eloquent and charming enough but it was hard to be sure when most people he met know were lying to him or, at the very least, pretending he was easy to talk to so they could get their foot in the door and try to get something out of his fame. Here, though, they were all on an even playing field; which meant he was going to learn very quickly if he had any actual game or not-- and if all the men on this Island looked like him? He hoped he was actually capable of being a flirt.

Moving into place next to the other man, the actor glanced at the phone being waved at him and nodded as he saw the list. “Wow, you aren’t kidding, that is a long list. You’re doing better than I am. I got here a day or two ago myself but I don’t have a list yet. Hell, I don’t even have the path back to my suite or any of this island memorized yet. I went looking for the bars earlier,” and his bucket was a clear indicator that he’d eventually found one, “and wound up in a tattoo shop.” He explained with an amused laugh. 

“That doesn’t mean I can’t help with your list though, unless you have tour on their somewhere.” The boy joked. Reaching out with his free hand, he gripped Nico’s hand with quick confidence as they introduced themselves to each other. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Nicolas. I look forward to getting to call you Nico. Oh, and I’m Sebastian. You can just call me Seb, though; whichever fits onto your to-do list better is fine with me.”

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LADY LUCK IS NOT MY BIGGEST FAN // open

LOCATION: The Lucky Ace Casino

Three million dollars. To some that was a grotesque amount of money but now that Sebastian was comfortable, after his quick rise to fame, that was like a twenty dollar bill to the young actor. To put it in perspective, while other’s at the Black Jack table were betting by the hundreds Sebastian when over the top and bet big from the get go; buying into the game with three million dollars. Go big or go home, right?

It likely frustrated some of the people playing with him, but Sebastian was having a steady go at the game. When he lost it barely put a dent in his mountain of chips and when he won it only added to his arrogance and confidence. Then again, he was only doing so well because he wasted so much on the buy in-- well, that and luck can only last for so long. Four hours into the night, he stayed at that table nursing drinks and playing cards, only for his high to come crashing down.

Blackstone’s Casino was proving that age old warning for people that gamble; the house always wins. As he started to lose round after round, chip after chip, Sebastian began to get more erratic and stubborn in his betting. Next thing he knew? He was in the hole and if he couldn’t turn things around, he’d have to pay the house five million dollars. 

“Jesus, what the hell.” He grumbled as he set another emptied drink down and rose from his seat so he could stand and glare at the table. So much for being on a lucky winning streak. “I’ve lost for an hour straight...” he whined to no one in particular as he looked at the people around him.  “Whose dick do I have to suck to get a win, again? Mr. Blackstone’s himself?”

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shane-black​:

It had been a long day on the Island and it was time for Shane to do his rounds before calling it quits. As the Head of Security he knew he had other men who could do the rounds but for him he enjoyed this task. It helped him feel like one of the guys again instead of their boss. Plus he loved this island for it was his home. He was born here and he knew when the time came somewhere far off into the future he would die here.

Walking along the beach, he could smell the aromatic smell of campfires being lit and it reminded him of his village. It had been a long time since he had visited his home. The last count was ten years. It was a quick visit and it was only for the funeral of his father. But soon he returned to the resort, his true home now. He had been here at the resort since he had been eighteen. The village was becoming a distant memory.

As he approached the beach, he noticed someone sitting in one of the Adirondack chairs, facing the ocean. There was no technical curfew for guests but staff knew they had to be back in their quarters by now. Approaching the male, Shane spoke out. “Kinda late to be out, isn’t it?”

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Much to his surprise, his first day had been a bit uneventful. Sebastian had nothing to complain about, mind you, he was still at a luxury resort catering to his needs on a tropical private island... but the way his manager had spoken of this place before he came made it sound like a never ending Carnival. He’d met a few people, and found a few distractions, but rather than being so exhausted he could barely move like he’d expected to be the young actor was currently camped out in an Adirondack chair on the beach, facing the ocean, as he lazily poked at the fire in front of him to keep it burning. 

Picking up a large, cumbersome coconut at his side that had been hollowed out and filled with a fruity drink, Sebastian took a loud sip only to startle a bit as someone’s voice suddenly cut through the silence. “Where the hell did you come from?” There was an edge to his tone, but the boy meant no malice. He was just so caught up in the moment, and had been alone for a few hours at that point, that he’d almost forgotten other people were around. “Jesus,” he laughed softly, mostly to himself, as he set the coconut back down at this side.

“I guess it is late,” he added on as he looked around them, “but I couldn’t sleep. Why?” Leaning forward in his seat, the fire’s light adding a soft glow to the features of his face, the boy offered the man a playful smile as he looked up at him. “I’m not in trouble, am I?”

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aidendonahue​:

Mornings were usually the calmest and most relaxing part of Aiden’s day. While the gentleman’s club was naturally a part of the island’s nightlife and mostly lured the guests in after sunset, when the sight of hot dancers started to become more appealing than the ocean view, his job began much earlier than that. Managing the daily operations kept Aiden busy way before the dancers even showed up, and so his tasks blurred into an unusual mix of a day- and night-job. But in the mornings, there wasn’t much for him to overlook besides the place getting the proper cleaning it needed after the night. So instead, Aiden had a few spare hours to himself, which as usual he used to go on a walk along the beach.

Beside the beach sandals he was wearing, he could feel the warmth of the sand under his feet, the pleasant breeze warm against every bit of exposed skin that wasn’t covered by his boardshorts or unbuttoned shirt. It was a daily routine he had grown used to over his time on the island, and it was calming as ever. But most importantly, it was a nice way of socializing with the guests and fellow staff, without constantly getting distracted by whatever required his attention at the club. “Good morning!”, he greeted one of them as he spotted him a bit ahead on the beach, walking towards him with a warm smile. “Just enjoying the sun or going for a swim?”, Aiden asked casually. One thing was for sure on the island - there were countless ways of having a pleasant time here, and he was always much happier sharing his own with someone instead of being left alone with his thoughts.

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He’d figure out the Island’s layout some other time, Sebastian had wandered by the beaches so many times now he couldn’t help but want to spend a few hours laid out on one, soaking up the sun, or going for a swim in the crystal blue waters. Changing into a tight, short pair of white swim trunks he left his shirt and shoes behind before throwing a towel over his shoulder and making his way back towards the beaches. 

The weather was comfortable and the sand was warm, even in the morning-- Blackstone really was a paradise. 

As he approached the end of his path, the young actor began to slow down as he tried to decide what exactly it was that he wanted to do for the next few hours. Thankfully he was saved from that moment of indecisiveness as someone called out to him. “ ’Morning.” Turning on his heels, the boy made no attempts to hide the way he shamelessly looked the older man over as he approached; his blue eyes lingering on the exposed skin between the opened section of the man’s shirt before finally lifting to his face. “That’s the thing, I can’t decide which I want to do...” he answered as he turned to face the man fully. “I really don’t care what I do. I’ve got time to kill, as long as it’s fun I’m open to suggestions. What do you think I should do?”

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nicoxgarcia​:

Location: Beach front To be in paradise was one thing. To know what to actually do, was another. Nicolas folded his arms as he looked towards the vast sea, contemplating what he should do with his time. For someone who had every minute of every day planned in a surgical detail – to actually be able to decide for himself and think of the things he wanted to do felt like… novelty. What could he do? Where could he go? Skinny dip at the sea? Hit every single bar on the island and get beyond plastered? Find someone hot and attractive to spend some quality time with? The choices were endless and Nicolas couldn’t help but feel a tad… lost. What could one do if they had all the choices in the world presented to him on a silver platter? What would one do if they had the choice to do whatever the hell they wanted?

“Ok.” Nicolas was talking more to himself than anyone else despite voicing his thoughts out loud. “If you were a man who worked most of your life and now had a chance to enjoy a much-needed and deserved vacation…” His blue eyes remained on the sea and some of the passersby with their very revealing swimwear. “What would want to do? Drink sounds like a good idea but so does swimming. And meeting hot guys.” Very, very hot guys. Shit – the choices were endless. “Ok, Nicolas. Get it together man. You can do this. Just… close your eyes, point to something on the to-do list, and get it done. Just… breathe.”

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He should have taken a tour, or looked into hiring someone off the staff roster just to show him around for a day, because Sebastian was lost. He had no idea where anything was, or which way to head, but as frustrating as that was he couldn’t complain. He might have been lost but he was still in paradise. That, and while he was wandering around he managed to find a bar where he bought a bucket of beer; that helped too.

Moving towards the beach front, he stopped to take a sip of his drink as he looked out over the water. This place really was breathtaking but he didn’t come here for the panoramic, picture-perfect views. He came for the man; he came to have fun, and let loose. Thankfully he didn’t have to wander far to find himself a distraction of that caliber. Turning as he heard someone speaking near him, he couldn’t help but smile to himself as he listened to the man seemingly amp himself up to make a decision on how to spend (or waste) his time. “I’d offer to help you out but I’m doubt I’m on your to-do list.” He answered, confidently, despite how clear it was that the man hadn’t been talking to him.

“If you want, though, you could tell me about your list over a few beers?” He offered as he lifted his hand a bit with the bucket to show off his prize; six-- well, five seeing as he’d already opened one himself-- beers on ice, just begging to be opened. “I don’t mind sharing.”

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luca-marcello​:

Luca erased a line on the page as he brushed his long hair out of his face. He had lost track of time once again as he worked on his designs. Whenever he didn’t have a customer he was always found working on designing more tattoo designs for potential tattoos. For those that did sport ink, it was his designs that were emblazoned on their skin. He was proud of his work and it was his work that saved his life. Right now he was working on a complicated design and he hoped someday someone would appreciate it.

He was so engrossed in his drawing that he didn’t hear the front door open or the client walk in. He had his lower lip tucked between his teeth and his hair hung in his face once again as he continued to draw. It was only when he had that creepy sense of someone watching him did he look up. Looking up through his hair, he cleared his throat. “Care to get some ink?”

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He wasn’t looking to get a tattoo-- in truth, Sebastian was new to the Island and rather than asking for a map, or a guide, he chose to take the more difficult route and try to find his way around on his own. Which is why he wound up in the tattoo shop when he was looking for a bar. He’d eventually learn his way around. Maybe.

Rather than announcing himself, or calling out to ask if anyone was around, the young actor continued his wandering; fingers tracing over countertops as his focus shifted from the art work on the walls, to the neon lights and the different stations set up for people to get work done. Then he saw him. The man was mesmerizing in his own right, but as he moved to awkwardly loom over him Sebastian wasn’t technically staring at the artist; he was staring at the design piece he was working on. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.” He apologized with a half-cracked smile as he took a step back to give the man some space again. “That’s really cool, by the way. I-- I’m not exactly sure what it is, but it’s still cool.”

"I don’t have any ink,” he added on with a matter-of-fact nod of his head and a slight purse of his lips. “I’m pretty sure my manager wouldn’t be too fond of me getting one either, especially here because then people would ask about where I got it and I’d have to lie... but fuck it! The whole point of this place is to just let loose and do what we want right? Yeah, I’ll get some ink. What... uh... what do I need to do? Do you pick the design for me or do I have to come up with something?” Clearly he had no idea what he was doing but that wasn’t stopping him.