Name in Lights: Ask Dean Domino!

"A nightmare, as to be expected," she replied, a motion towards the stage. "They ask too much- a theme that would clash with the entirely of the casino they wish to build." Frustration ebbed at her, and she moved one hand to her chin, rubbing it gently. It struck her suddenly, that if he was to be the main even- have the stage showcase him. For once, his presence was useful.

"Do for me, Mr. Domino- get on the stage. I want to see if there is any way to incorporate this theme… After all, you are the star.” Though the way she stuck meaning to the ‘you’ came out to sound as an insult, she waved him towards the stage anyway. If she was being forced to be in his presence… at least put him to work.

Absently, the singer smoothed down his hair, deep in thought. "To make this place look too different from the rest of the casino would be to create a travesty. Perhaps, at most, a few carved palms in front of the curtains..." One arm slowly raised, indicating the air behind him and above his head. "Like a frame. Neon lights... hm, perhaps at the base of the stage? It would highlight the shape of the stage, but it might also prove to be a tripping hazard unless the lights are beneath the floor level."

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The Sierra Madre was coming so close to completion. So. Close. Her main problem to overcome was the Lounge- the room in which all of the singers and actors could preform on stage. The biggest concern of which was currently one of the recruited acts, a fellow by the name of Dean Domino. Apparently, he was quite popular with the crowd they were attempting to attract, but Alisa? To Alisa, he was just another primadonna. The very bane of her existence.

She stood in the back of the room, near the bar, facing directly across from the stage. They had chose to name this room The Tampico, and it had been requested that she… captured the tropical essence. Which, of course, was becoming impossible. Given the Deco style of nearly all of the hotel itself, it would be asking an awful lot to simply up and change the design of one room to fit the whim of one person…. Perhaps she could add some neon lights instead? It could give the same affect…

The skin on her arms began to crawl, signalling one thing- a dreaded visit from the great Dean Domino himself. Uttering some curses to herself in Russian, Alisa smoothed the front of her shirt, and tucked loose chocolate curls behind her ears. Not bothering to look towards him as she greeted him, her voice sounded rough. As if already annoyed, and out of patience for the singer.

"Mr. Domino. To what do I owe this visit?"

Well, he was taken aback, to be sure. The venom in her voice was expected, but to not even look him in the eye? What a classy dame. If she wasn't so damned pretty he would have ditched this encounter immediately. Rhonda in the cafe was much nicer, and such hair that dame had! However, the conversation had started. He had been addressed. There was no turning back.

"I’ve been thinking about you as well, darling~"