strangetrip | [EP] What's all this then?

It started small. He found a second pack of cards, persuaded a few people to play a few rounds with him for drinks on occasion. And then the idea struck him. What did people need most of all here? Well, other than a way home which was beyond him at the moment.

A distraction.

And so it started, just a little at a time. There was enough bits and pieces around the hotel that he could scrounge up to make up a couple of tables - a table for blackjack, a table for poker. What more did you need? Well, more eventually, but until he could persuade people to find him more resources, he'd start with this. He could build if he had to (could do anything if he had to), but he'd rather use people to get what he wanted, and temptation could be the greatest motivator.

And as for what was in it for him? Well, eventually people would want to start bartering, or create their own currency. Len wanted to be at the heart of it, to be the go-to person, to be the one who could help people start whatever they wanted, when they needed in it. He had faith in capitalism, it would win through in the end, and there always were those who naturally rose to the top. This time in life, it was his turn.

And so he was to be found in one of the bars, sitting by a table, shuffling cards in a professional manner, and just waiting on people dropping in. Even if he didn't get enough this time, word would travel, especially in a place like this.

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When Yasmeen stood, clad in nought but her skivvies, the length of her legs was even more apparent than ever. It bothered her not at all, the prospect of parading through the halls of the hotel in her current state of undress. She'd seen women at the pool in as little, and she still had her teeth and claws, and the walk that was as good a warning as any weapon that she wasn't a woman to be trifled with.

"Lead the way."

Confident women. Len had a bit of a thing for people who were just that confident, men and women, and the grin he gave her was just that little bit predatory. He led the way through the corridors, not phased by any looks he might be getting from other people.

"Not far." At least his room was fairly close by, about the only bonus of it.

Yasmeen shrugged, a casual roll of her bare shoulders that spoke for her indifference to distance and exposure. She did show a flash of fang with the curl of a lazy smile, as she followed him. He wasn't her usual preference in casual bed-sport. She generally liked them more biddable, but she couldn't deny the appeal of another predator's cocky strength--on this night anyhow.

And when they arrived at his room, she waited for him to enter, then strode past, already stripping the remainder of her clothes.

He watched her as she strode into his room, a faint smirk appearing as he realised what she was doing. "You don't waste any time, do you?" he asked, stripping his briefs off first, followed by his undershirt, after only a brief pause. His torso was covered in scars, evidence of having survived an abusive childhood. Normally he hid them, not wanting any pity, but he had a feeling that Yasmeen wouldn't judge.

"The way I see it, we've been undressing each other for two hours. How much longer did you want to wait?"

Even naked as a kit, she had all the confidence of a pirate queen. Leaned against the bed in a way that showed off the length of her legs and the lift of her firm breasts, without posing in the slightest. She looked him over without wincing, flinching or pausing at the scars on his torso. In truth, she only noticed them because Raleigh's differed and she'd grown used to where they fell under her fingers. They hardly changed her opinion of him, anymore than the single scar on her otherwise perfect skin would likely change his opinion of her. Yet, if he were the inquiring sort, he might wonder why the least motherly woman in multiple worlds bore what looked very like a Caesarean scar.

Inquiring? No. Frankly he didn't care about things like that. People's lives, and the paths they trod to get to this point had no interest for him. Len was generally more concerned with how he could use someone and what was in it for him. At least here it was very obvious. She knew how to show herself off in the best possible way, and he should appreciate it.

He stalked toward her. This was going to be a tussle, he knew. Neither of them were going to give an inch, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

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