here comes the smolder

Kit was not really one for casinos. She had better things to do than bet all her hard-earned money on a game that was undoubtedly rigged. Still, she had heard the bar at Snake Eyes was just as good and, on this particular night, rather cheaper than the pretty glitzy Mount Olympus. Truth be told, she was more of a dive bar kinda girl, since she rarely had anything more complicated than a beer. But she had gotten an unexpected promotion at work, and since she couldn't find any Cheesecake Factories in Redwood Hollow, she decided to treat herself to a drink after a pretty good meal at Third Street.

"Uh... Hm," Kit said with a little huff. "Y'know, what's the difference between all these whiskeys? Apart from the price, that is. I mean, they all sound pretty much the same to me."

"Well of course. The difference is the labels. You see all those different logos?" he deadpanned, gesturing to the bottles as if that was the most obvious thing ever before he finally shook his head. "Ok ok, I'm pulling your leg. The difference is how long they're aged and what kind of barrels they're aged in. The longer the aging, the stronger the whiskey. Pro tip--top shelf is called that for a reason. The best ones are on the top shelf. But yeah, those also are the most expensive, so maybe you might wanna try a lower shelf?"

When was the last time Shock had set foot in Snake Eyes? It felt like ages, which was kind of a pity, since she was more or less raised for the better second half of her teenage years there. It was a true palace of education, both of ways to scam someone out of their life savings, and how to get played for a fool. And she couldn't deny that it was amusing, to see how people kept coming back for more --more chances, one more try, just to lose again. The house always wins, after all.

Hands resting in the pockets of her leather pants, shoulders relaxed and chin high, she passed by the roulettes and the craps tables, glancing around every once in a while, meeting the eyes of some unfortunate schmuck --giving them a look, a quirked eyebrow, and changing the outcome of their night.

There were, of course, plenty of familiar faces. A few shot her little glares, as if convinced she was an ill omen coming back to jinx them. Bad luck with legs. Shock hoped they were right.

One of these familiar faces, however, she was particularly glad to meet once again. "Well, well, well," Shock chuckled, approaching the man. "Flynn Rider. Long time no see, huh?"

Besides, at this place, he ran into the kind of people he knew, and some he actually knew. Like Shock. He was behind the bar washing out a glass when she stepped up, and he gave a chuckle of his own as he slung the towel over his shoulder.

"Yeah, it has been a while. To what do I owe the pleasure? Let me guess--you just wanted to get a glimpse of this gorgeous face again, right?"

FLYNN RIDER is thirty-two years old. He is a bartender at Snake Eyes Casino. He is the incarnation of Flynn Rider from the Disney film Tangled.

+ Charming, Confident, Resourceful -  Reckless, Impatient, Untrustworthy

ABOUT FLYNN

Flynn was born Eugene Fitzherbert, but has no memory of the time before he landed in an orphanage and spent his childhood there, never having any idea where he really came from, but always wanting to get away and make a name for himself out in the world. At fifteen, he finally escaped, but having nowhere to go, he spent time on the streets and eventually turned to thievery. He did so to survive, but after time, he found he was rather good at it, and began to parlay it into a successful career. He also decided that no one would take a thief named Eugene Fitzherbert seriously, and thus changed his name to Flynn Rider, after a book character that he had admired and wanted to emulate. Despite making a name for himself as a renowned thief, Flynn never seemed to be able to really get his hands on a score which would make him set for life. When he finally caught wind of such a possibility, he threw in his lot with a questionable crew, one in which several members harbored grudges against him. Unbeknownst to Flynn, they set him up, and he was arrested and spent time in jail. Finally being caught made him start to reconsider whether a life of crime was really the life he wanted, and so upon his release, he made an effort to go legit. Trying to do so has not been easy, however, and more than once he has fallen back into pick-pocketing for quick cash. After one such incident, he was on the run from the police when he found what he thought was an empty house and decided to hide out in it. It turned out not to be empty, though, and when Flynn came to after being knocked out, he saw a young woman who was demanding that he take her with him wherever he was going. Not having much choice in the matter--he was tied up, after all--he agreed. They travelled around for a time, and Flynn had to admit he enjoyed being with her. But eventually he learned just who the girl was, and that there was a reward offered for her safe return. That money could help him on the way to finally getting on his feet, so as much as he had come to like her, he brought her back. Doing so actually turned out even better than he thought, because along with his reward money, he also received a pardon for his previous crimes. Convinced he had everything made now, he left and headed off for greener pastures. Things did not prove to be so green, however, and as his reward money started to dwindle, Flynn found himself heading back to Redwood Hollow. He got himself a job as a bartender, and is doing his best to stay on the straight and narrow...except for the occasional little steal here and there.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

So far, no one in town knows his real name because he will only ever introduce himself as Flynn Rider, until he trusts someone enough to tell them the truth.

"Oh my gosh, why? Is someone doing that, if someone's doing that I should probably go tell them that they should probably not--" Minnie began to down the rest of her drink at the idea that she might have to run outside.

"Depends," Oz said. "Is Lil Miss Myshkin within 30 feet?"

The 'hypothetical' comment of the man (already dress rather suspiciously, one might add, though in a purposefully silly way) had Guinevere raising an eyebrow. "I think they'd catch and detain whoever dared do that as soon as the first roll is thrown, yes." She understood the basic premise of playing harmless pranks as 'tricks' during Halloween, but considering the number of guards and level of security at the venue, she was pretty sure it wouldn't be worth it.

"I'd say, whoever is interested in doing those sorts of things, would benefit from waiting until everything's over, to surprise the mayor in the morning," she suggested. "Or searching some other less guarded building to intervene."

Her suggestion made him raise his eyebrows, not having expected her to encourage the vandalism in any form. "Huh, that's a good idea. They definitely won't be expecting an overnight attack. If anyone is hypothetically thinking about it, I'll be sure to tell them to wait until later."

Eugene Fitzherbert (aka Flynn Rider)