[A smoky, busy shindig of a casino floor like this suits Benny like a sun-warmed rock does a lazy gecko. Basking in the music of The Shark Club, he finds himself lounging like a VIP by the bar as he nurses his top shelf whiskey. Surrounded by the blurry crowd, but spotlit by the cherry-red tip of the smouldering cigar in his hand; it makes sense he’d be here, it's where he belongs. Not in the desert, not on the road. He’s here because -
- because Swank was on his case about finding some new talent, wasn’t he? Something or the other for Torini's acts, as if Benny didn't have better things to do. He'd told Swank to make like a cazador and buzz off, but guess he's circling back around to it now. The opening act is standout - that guy shows a lot of promise, he really knows how to work a crowd. Pretty-faced and young, with a certain “cowpoke” charm - he’ll bet everything he’ll be a hit with the ladies from California. With a little polish, he might have a real diamond on his hands. He keeps an open mind to the next act, but Benny’s got his eyes on the curly-haired singer leaving the cage. He already knows who he's going to poach.
He’s still working out how to approach the angle when the kid turns to him and kicks off the conversation, eyes him all the way down to his wingtip shoes. Yeah, his suit does tend to make an impression on people. With some slight condescension, Benny sizes him up with the kind of sleaze that's rife in New Reno and the assured confidence of any man with deep pockets and an aggravated sense of self-importance who's plenty used to people approaching him, rather than the other way round. Smoke curls from his mouth as he breathes out, lowering the cigar as he gets ready to sell him on a dream. Benny likes a go-getter; let’s see what he wants.]
Well, kid... that's because I ain't from these parts. But the real question is this - why is the star act of tonight's show buying his own drink?
[He pulls out the lure - drawing his hand from his pocket, he scatters a handful of bottlecaps onto the bartop as if tossing dice; enough to cover anything his little heart could want in a rinky-dink Reno venue like this.]
And after a platinum performance like that? That's a travesty, baby.
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- because Swank was on his case about finding some new talent, wasn’t he? Something or the other for Torini's acts, as if Benny didn't have better things to do. He'd told Swank to make like a cazador and buzz off, but guess he's circling back around to it now. The opening act is standout - that guy shows a lot of promise, he really knows how to work a crowd. Pretty-faced and young, with a certain “cowpoke” charm - he’ll bet everything he’ll be a hit with the ladies from California. With a little polish, he might have a real diamond on his hands. He keeps an open mind to the next act, but Benny’s got his eyes on the curly-haired singer leaving the cage. He already knows who he's going to poach.
He’s still working out how to approach the angle when the kid turns to him and kicks off the conversation, eyes him all the way down to his wingtip shoes. Yeah, his suit does tend to make an impression on people. With some slight condescension, Benny sizes him up with the kind of sleaze that's rife in New Reno and the assured confidence of any man with deep pockets and an aggravated sense of self-importance who's plenty used to people approaching him, rather than the other way round. Smoke curls from his mouth as he breathes out, lowering the cigar as he gets ready to sell him on a dream. Benny likes a go-getter; let’s see what he wants.]
Well, kid... that's because I ain't from these parts. But the real question is this - why is the star act of tonight's show buying his own drink?
[He pulls out the lure - drawing his hand from his pocket, he scatters a handful of bottlecaps onto the bartop as if tossing dice; enough to cover anything his little heart could want in a rinky-dink Reno venue like this.]
And after a platinum performance like that? That's a travesty, baby.