Discussion Tandem Story Game [Script will flow from posts 1,21,41,61,etc]

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As I looked up at the flashing sign above my head, I remembered the tip jar in the rest room. This wasn't really my $5, so what the heck. "Give me a ticket in that, please" I said to the lady behind the counter, as I nodded to the flashing sign; "$10,000,000 JACKPOT DRAWN TONIGHT!". While waiting to meet the Boss, I sat down on a comfy imitation leather lounge chair, sipping on a mini bottle of scotch and listening to the piped music. I felt a stirring in my pants, my first thought it was that racoon, but it turned out to be a coded text message on my phone: "THe CLoseT CONNOISSEUR, PHIL, ZAYing JUZ ZOne in and thROW SUSpect briBER MIddies". What the hell could this mean? I thought about it for a minute, then bingo!, I decoded the message...

I better write the decoded message down just to make sure I'm right. I grab one of those free keno pencils and a coaster to write on. A dark shadow falls over me and a voice says "D'ya know where the dunnies are mate?" I look up and recognise the celebrity and casually shake my head side to side. The pencil rolls off the table and falls beside a $10 chip. I nodded my head forward and to the left as I palmed the $10 chip "Over there behind those slots". He nodded thanks and started to go. "Hey Russell, do you call yourself and Aussie, or a Kiwi?" I blurted out. He stopped, smiled, and said "That depends on who wins the World Cup!". Unusual for an American Casino's piped music to be playing the Rabbitohs team song I thought, as I noticed Russell slip into a side door, maybe a VIP room?. The security guard, standing the door, leaves his post to attend a commotion near by, something about a patron accusing a croupier of short changing him a $10 chip.

I moved quickly to the door, and taking a quick look over my shoulder, to make sure no one saw me, I slipped inside. Damn! It's hard to remain unnoticed, when you enter a room a lot smaller than you anticipated, and there are only 2 other people in there. A big grin broke across Russel Crowe's face, as he immediately recognised my predicament. "The toilets are over behind those slots, remember? Maybe you can tip the attendant that $10 chip you palmed!". The cocky bastard is really enjoying my discomfort.

Then Russell Crowe says "This is my movie Director Ron". The Director looks me up and down and says "we could use another non-paying extra in the shooting tomorrow, for we have a tight budget", as he turns his eyes to Russell, who looks up to the ceiling. "If you are interested, see the Cage Cashier for all the details". Then with a smirk, he says "Today we got a free use of a new promotional Merc GLA and a stooge to get machine gunned in a car". With mixed emotions of eagerness and anger, I nod and walk out the door wondering where the shoot will be and what role will I play. A croupier sees the $10 chip in my hand and gives me a wink.

I'm all a bit shaken up and take the hint and sit down at the table. There's one other guy at the table, if you could call him a guy. He’s huge, a mountain, big fists and a hard looking head that you could hit with a baseball bat and it wouldn’t make a dent. But he’s wearing a perfectly fitted, tailored suit, perfectly immaculate and it doesn’t quite fit the person, and he’s got an impressive pile of $100 chips in front of him. Resigned, I chuck the ten dollar chip down and tap for cards. The dealer barely looked in my direction, and in his most condescending voice said "This is a $50 minimum table ..... sir". Before I could blink, the well dressed behemoth sitting at the table slid a $100 chip under my $10 chip. "Well ...... it looks like I get to play for one hand, at least!" I said, as I slid into the seat one away from new friend.

The croupier deals the first round of cards, Tiny gets a Black Jack, I get a Nine and the croupier gets an Eight. Next deal, Tiny gets a Seven, I get a Ten and grin like a Cheshire Cat. The croupier's card is left face down. What seems like an eternity, finally, Tiny taps on the table, and with that card, he's bust! The knuckles on his clenched fist turn a brilliant white. I confidently sit and the croupier turns his card over to reveal a Seven. As the croupier turns over his next card, time seemed to slow down as these thoughts enter my mind, 'when I win, should I give the $100 chip back to Tiny or should I keep it to double up with?' Before the card hits the felt, another person joins our table.

It was the boss. No one had to tell me it was the boss. One look at the reaction of the dealer, who looked like a steel rod just ran up his butt, all the way to the base of his skull, told me everything I needed to know. Tiny too was obviously aware of who this man was, as it was like Tiny's shoulders just hunched nearly impercetibly in the prescence of someone he recognised as the "alpha male". As the dealer slides my winning chips towards me, I could feel the sweat building up on my forehead and glad I used an underarm antiperspirant. Why does the boss want to see me? Is it to do with that invitation ticket? Wish I could remember what happened at Nakatomi Plaza? Or is there another reason? As the dealer waits for my next bet, I wait for the boss's next move.

The boss is wearing the same immaculate suit as Tiny and has the same large fists. They could be related. They certainly have “The Vibe” about them. He pulls out his own pile of $100 chips and slides a few out onto the table and smiles at the dealer. Tiny pulls a nine, I pull a king and the Boss pulls pulls a seven with the dealer landing a four. Tiny pulls another nine, then BLACKJACK! I’m a winner! The boss pulls a 10 and both hold allowing the dealer bust out with a pair of queens and it's smiles all round. The boss signals for a waiter to order a drink while he smiles at me the way a lion looks at its lunch. I look very under dressed sitting between these 2 mountain gorillas. Both boss and I win the next hand, but Tiny loses, so I slide a $100 chip back his way, Tiny doesn't stir. If the boss keeps winning, then that should keep him in a good mood, I'm hoping. Two drinks arrive, the boss slides one over to me, I stare at it. My last shouted drink was a Mickey Finn, laced with chloral hydrate at Nakatomi Plaza. I don't want to upset the boss, so I slowly drink it. My peripheral vision sees the boss give Tiny a wink, maybe it was just a twitch.

"So, Mr Wayne" the boss said casually, looking straight ahead "You're probably wondering why I invited you here to my casino". "Invite is an interesting word" I replied carefully. "I have a feeling I'd be here right now, whether I accepted your invitation or not". "It's true, Mr Wayne, I usually get what I want...one way or another. But where are my manners?! Let me introduce myself. My name is Thomas, Thomas Gabriel. I believe you are acquainted with my son, Thomas jr. and my cousins, Hans and Simon." The name Gabriel rings a bell. My first thoughts are archangel Gabriel or the singer Thomas Gabriel, who is the oldest grandchild of Johnny Cash. But the motto on the boss's ring that says "Live Free or Die Hard" gives the clue. In a low deep voice the boss says "We need your expertise back in Australia. We'll be in contact." The boss collects his chips and walks off, Tiny follows. I go to see the Cage Cashier and am told that the Director needs a stunt man for tomorrow's shoot. Maybe I should head straight back to Australia?

As I stood, thinking of what a strange but full day it had been, my hand slid to my pocket. I could feel the few hundred dollars worth of chips I had, and a bit of paper. Then it hit me, that jackpot I bought a ticket in must be getting drawn about now. Who knows? You only need 4 numbers out of 6 to get at least a $100 prize, so I thought I may as well head over and check it out. I cash in the chips then walk to the "$10,000,000 JACKPOT DRAWN TONIGHT!" flashing sign. The starry-eyed crowd is starting to build. A skimpy dressed, overkill makeup announcer, is continually reminding us that it's our last chance to purchase a ticket before the draw.

The biggest electronic raffle machine I have ever seen starts spinning it's numbers:.........3.......(that's one).......7........(that's two).......4......(THAT'S THREE, only need one more number for $100)......I'm distracted by the losers already starting to tear up their tickets. A cleaning lady, with a backpack vacuum cleaner, starts sucking up the losing tickets. Looks like she has done this many times before as my ticket hits the floor. Enough for one day and I amble to the taxi stand. A voice behind me asks if I would like to share a cab? ”No!” I say. I’m not sharing a ****ing cab after this day I think to myself, not even looking at the person making the offer.
I get in the taxi, she gets in as well anyway. She’s obviously not good at taking hints.
 
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While waiting to meet the Boss, I sat down on a comfy imitation leather lounge chair, sipping on a mini bottle of scotch and listening to the piped music. I felt a stirring in my pants, my first thought it was that racoon, but it turned out to be a coded text message on my phone: "THe CLoseT CONNOISSEUR, PHIL, ZAYing JUZ ZOne in and thROW SUSpect briBER MIddies".
 
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While waiting to meet the Boss, I sat down on a comfy imitation leather lounge chair, sipping on a mini bottle of scotch and listening to the piped music. I felt a stirring in my pants, my first thought it was that racoon, but it turned out to be a coded text message on my phone: "THe CLoseT CONNOISSEUR, PHIL, ZAYing JUZ ZOne in and thROW SUSpect briBER MIddies".
What the hell could this mean? I thought about it for a minute, then bingo!, I decoded the message...
 
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I better write the decoded message down just to make sure I'm right. I grab one of those free keno pencils and a coaster to write on. A dark shadow falls over me and a voice says "D'ya know where the dunnies are mate?" I look up and recognise the celebrity and casually shake my head side to side. The pencil rolls off the table and falls beside a $10 chip.
 

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I better write the decoded message down just to make sure I'm right. I grab one of those free keno pencils and a coaster to write on. A dark shadow falls over me and a voice says "D'ya know where the dunnies are mate?" I look up and recognise the celebrity and casually shake my head side to side. The pencil rolls off the table and falls beside a $10 chip.
I nodded my head forward and to the left as I palmed the $10 chip "Over there behind those slots". He nodded thanks and started to go. "Hey Russell, do you call yourself and Aussie, or a Kiwi?" I blurted out. He stopped, smiled, and said "That depends on who wins the World Cup!".
 
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Unusual for an American Casino's piped music to be playing the Rabbitohs team song I thought, as I noticed Russell slip into a side door, maybe a VIP room?. The security guard, standing the door, leaves his post to attend a commotion near by, something about a patron accusing a croupier of short changing him a $10 chip.
 

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Unusual for an American Casino's piped music to be playing the Rabbitohs team song I thought, as I noticed Russell slip into a side door, maybe a VIP room?. The security guard, standing the door, leaves his post to attend a commotion near by, something about a patron accusing a croupier of short changing him a $10 chip.
I moved quickly to the door, and taking a quick look over my shoulder, to make sure no one saw me, I slipped inside.
Damn!
It's hard to remain unnoticed, when you enter a room a lot smaller than you anticipated, and there are only 2 other people in there.
A big grin broke across Russel Crowe's face, as he immediately recognised my predicament.
"The toilets are over behind those slots, remember? Maybe you can tip the attendant that $10 chip you palmed!".
The cocky bastard is really enjoying my discomfort.
 
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I moved quickly to the door, and taking a quick look over my shoulder, to make sure no one saw me, I slipped inside.
Damn!
It's hard to remain unnoticed, when you enter a room a lot smaller than you anticipated, and there are only 2 other people in there.
A big grin broke across Russel Crowe's face, as he immediately recognised my predicament.
"The toilets are over behind those slots, remember? Maybe you can tip the attendant that $10 chip you palmed!".
The cocky bastard as really enjoying my discomfort.
Then Russell Crowe says "This is my movie Director Ron".
The Director looks me up and down and says "we could use another non-paying extra in the shooting tomorrow, for we have a tight budget", as he turns his eyes to Russell, who looks up to the ceiling. "If you are interested, see the Cage Cashier for all the details". Then with a smirk, he
says "Today we got a free use of a new promotional Merc GLA and a stooge to get machine gunned in a car".
With mixed emotions of eagerness and anger, I nod and walk out the door wondering where the shoot will be and what role will I play.
A croupier sees the $10 chip in my hand and gives me a wink.
 
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Then Russell Crowe says "This is my movie Director Ron".
The Director looks me up and down and says "we could use another non-paying extra in the shooting tomorrow, for we have a tight budget", as he turns his eyes to Russell, who looks up to the ceiling. "If you are interested, see the Cage Cashier for all the details". Then with a smirk, he
says "Today we got a free use of a new promotional Merc GLA and a stooge to get machine gunned in a car".
With mixed emotions of eagerness and anger, I nod and walk out the door wondering where the shoot will be and what role will I play.
A croupier sees the $10 chip in my hand and gives me a wink.
I'm all a bit shaken up and take the hint and sit down at the table.

There's one other guy at the table, if you could call him a guy. He’s huge, a mountain, big fists and a hard looking head that you could hit with a baseball bat and it wouldn’t make a dent.

But he’s wearing a perfectly fitted, tailored suit, perfectly immaculate and it doesn’t quite fit the person, and he’s got an impressive pile of $100 chips in front of him.

Resigned, I chuck the ten dollar chip down and tap for cards.
 
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I'm all a bit shaken up and take the hint and sit down at the table.

There's one other guy at the table, if you could call him a guy. He’s huge, a mountain, big fists and a hard looking head that you could hit with a baseball bat and it wouldn’t make a dent.

But he’s wearing a perfectly fitted, tailored suit, perfectly immaculate and it doesn’t quite fit the person, and he’s got an impressive pile of $100 chips in front of him.

Resigned, I chuck the ten dollar chip down and tap for cards.
The dealer barely looked in my direction, and in his most condescending voice said "This is a $50 minimum table ..... sir".
Before I could blink, the well dressed behemoth sitting at the table slid a $100 chip under my $10 chip.
"Well ...... it looks like I get to play for one hand, at least!" I said, as I slid into the seat one away from new friend.
 
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The dealer barely looked in my direction, and in his most condescending voice said "This is a $50 minimum table ..... sir".
Before I could blink, the well dressed behemoth sitting at the table slid a $100 chip under my $10 chip.
"Well ...... it looks like I get to play for one hand, at least!" I said, as I slid into the seat one away from new friend.
The croupier deals the first round of cards, Tiny gets a Black Jack, I get a Nine and the croupier gets an Eight.

Next deal, Tiny gets a Seven, I get a Ten and grin like a Cheshire Cat. The croupier's card is left face down.

What seems like an eternity, finally, Tiny taps on the table, and with that card, he's bust! The knuckles on his clenched fist turn a brilliant white. I confidently sit and the croupier turns his card over to reveal a Seven. As the croupier turns over his next card, time seemed to slow down as these thoughts enter my mind, 'when I win, should I give the $100 chip back to Tiny or should I keep it to double up with?'

Before the card hits the felt, another person joins our table.
 
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The croupier deals the first round of cards, Tiny gets a Black Jack, I get a Nine and the croupier gets an Eight.

Next deal, Tiny gets a Seven, I get a Ten and grin like a Cheshire Cat. The croupier's card is left face down.

What seems like an eternity, finally, Tiny taps on the table, and with that card, he's bust! The knuckles on his clenched fist turn a brilliant white. I confidently sit and the croupier turns his card over to reveal a Seven. As the croupier turns over his next card, time seemed to slow down as these thoughts enter my mind, 'when I win, should I give the $100 chip back to Tiny or should I keep it to double up with?'

Before the card hits the felt, another person joins our table.
It was the boss.
No one had to tell me it was the boss. One look at the reaction of the dealer, who looked like a steel rod just ran up his butt, all the way to the base of his skull, told me everything I needed to know. Tiny too was obviously aware of who this man was, as it was like Tiny's shoulders just hunched nearly impercetibly in the prescence of someone he recognised as the "alpha male".
 
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It was the boss.
No one had to tell me it was the boss. One look at the reaction of the dealer, who looked like a steel rod just ran up his butt, all the way to the base of his skull, told me everything I needed to know. Tiny too was obviously aware of who this man was, as it was like Tiny's shoulders just hunched nearly impercetibly in the prescence of someone he recognised as the "alpha male".
As the dealer slides my winning chips towards me, I could feel the sweat building up on my forehead and glad I used an underarm antiperspirant.

Why does the boss want to see me?
Is it to do with that invitation ticket? Wish I could remember what happened at Nakatomi Plaza? Or is there another reason?

As the dealer waits for my next bet, I wait for the boss's next move.
 
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As the dealer slides my winning chips towards me, I could feel the sweat building up on my forehead and glad I used an underarm antiperspirant.

Why does the boss want to see me?
Is it to do with that invitation ticket? Wish I could remember what happened at Nakatomi Plaza? Or is there another reason?

As the dealer waits for my next bet, I wait for the boss's next move.
The boss is wearing the same immaculate suit as Tiny and has the same large fists. They could be related. They certainly have “The Vibe” about them.

He pulls out his own pile of $100 chips and slides a few out onto the table and smiles at the dealer.

Tiny pulls a nine, I pull a king and the Boss pulls pulls a seven with the dealer landing a four.

Tiny pulls another nine, then BLACKJACK! I’m a winner!

The boss pulls a 10 and both hold allowing the dealer bust out with a pair of queens and it's smiles all round.

The boss signals for a waiter to order a drink while he smiles at me the way a lion looks at its lunch.
 
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The boss is wearing the same immaculate suit as Tiny and has the same large fists. They could be related. They certainly have “The Vibe” about them.

He pulls out his own pile of $100 chips and slides a few out onto the table and smiles at the dealer.

Tiny pulls a nine, I pull a king and the Boss pulls pulls a seven with the dealer landing a four.

Tiny pulls another nine, then BLACKJACK! I’m a winner!

The boss pulls a 10 and both hold allowing the dealer bust out with a pair of queens and it's smiles all round.

The boss signals for a waiter to order a drink while he smiles at me the way a lion looks at its lunch.
I look very under dressed sitting between these 2 mountain gorillas.
Both boss and I win the next hand, but Tiny loses, so I slide a $100 chip back his way, Tiny doesn't stir.
If the boss keeps winning, then that should keep him in a good mood, I'm hoping.

2 drinks arrive, the boss slides one over to me, I stare at it. My last shouted drink was a Mickey Finn, laced
with chloral hydrate at Nakatomi Plaza. I don't want to upset the boss, so I slowly drink it. My peripheral vision
sees the boss give Tiny a wink, maybe it was just a twitch.
 

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"So, Mr Wayne" the boss said casually, looking straight ahead "You're probably wondering why I invited you here to my casino".
"Invite is an interesting word" I replied carefully. "I have a feeling I'd be here right now, whether I accepted your invitation or not".
"It's true, Mr Wayne, I usually get what I want ........ one way or another. But where are my manners?! Let me introduce myself. My name is Thomas, Thomas Gabriel. I believe you are acquainted with my son, Thomas jr. and my cousins, Hans and Simon."
 
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"So, Mr Wayne" the boss said casually, looking straight ahead "You're probably wondering why I invited you here to my casino".
"Invite is an interesting word" I replied carefully. "I have a feeling I'd be here right now, whether I accepted your invitation or not".
"It's true, Mr Wayne, I usually get what I want ........ one way or another. But where are my manners?! Let me introduce myself. My name is Thomas, Thomas Gabriel. I believe you are acquainted with my son, Thomas jr. and my cousins, Hans and Simon."
The name Gabriel rings a bell. My first thoughts are archangel Gabriel or the singer Thomas Gabriel, who is
the oldest grandchild of Johnny Cash. But the motto on the boss's ring that says "Live Free or Die Hard" gives the clue.

In a low deep voice the boss says "We need your expertise back in Australia. We'll be in contact."
The boss collects his chips and walks off, Tiny follows.

I go to see the Cage Cashier and am told that the Director needs a stunt man for tomorrow's shoot. Maybe I should head straight back to Australia?
 

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As I stood, thinking of what a strange but full day it had been, my hand slid to my pocket. I could feel the few hundred dollars worth of chips I had, and a bit of paper. Then it hit me, that jackpot I bought a ticket in must be getting drawn about now. Who knows? You only need 4 numbers out of 6 to get at least a $100 prize, so I thought I may as well head over and check it out.
 
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As I stood, thinking of what a strange but full day it had been, my hand slid to my pocket. I could feel the few hundred dollars worth of chips I had, and a bit of paper. Then it hit me, that jackpot I bought a ticket in must be getting drawn about now. Who knows? You only need 4 numbers out of 6 to get at least a $100 prize, so I thought I may as well head over and check it out.
I cash in the chips then walk to the "$10,000,000 JACKPOT DRAWN TONIGHT!" flashing sign.
The starry-eyed crowd is starting to build. A skimpy dressed, overkill makeup announcer, is continually
reminding us that it's our last chance to purchase a ticket before the draw.

The biggest electronic raffle machine I have ever seen starts spinning it's numbers:
.........3.......(that's one).......7........(that's two).......4......(THAT'S THREE, only need one more number for $100)......
I'm distracted by the losers already starting to tear up their tickets. A cleaning lady, with a backpack vacuum cleaner, starts sucking up the losing tickets. Looks like she has done this many times before as my ticket hits the floor.

Enough for one day and I amble to the taxi stand. A voice behind me asks if I would like to share a cab?
 
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I cash in the chips then walk to the "$10,000,000 JACKPOT DRAWN TONIGHT!" flashing sign.
The starry-eyed crowd is starting to build. A skimpy dressed, overkill makeup announcer, is continually
reminding us that it's our last chance to purchase a ticket before the draw.

The biggest electronic raffle machine I have ever seen starts spinning it's numbers:
.........3.......(that's one).......7........(that's two).......4......(THAT'S THREE, only need one more number for $100)......
I'm distracted by the losers already starting to tear up their tickets. A cleaning lady, with a backpack vacuum cleaner, starts sucking up the losing tickets. Looks like she has done this many times before as my ticket hits the floor.

Enough for one day and I amble to the taxi stand. A voice behind me asks if I would like to share a cab?
”No!” I say.

I’m not sharing a ****ing cab after this day I think to myself, not even looking at the person making the offer.

I get in the taxi, she gets in as well anyway. She’s obviously not good at taking hints.
 
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