Darcy's fingers moved with a quick and practiced ease. The vampire counting out his takings for the night. Four rounds of poker, five of blackjack, a hand of texas hold 'em and he'd more then cleaned up. That Southern Vampire having becoming something of a parlour trick himself. Those challengers flocking from all around the country for the chance to out play him at the very game he was named for. He enjoyed the sport of it, even if he was near assured his competition was becoming steadily less challenging. The vampire learnt easily back within his chair, his boots lifting to rest agianst the railing as what was left of his drink was lifted easily to his lips. That entire top floor was his domain alone. His lover having rewarded his efforts over the years with those exclusive tables. His own little town in her sprawling Kingdom of a bar. Yet, for tonight, those games were over. Darcy instead content to merely watch the rabble below as they danced or drank away their money and sensibility beneath those lights and ever-present music. His strange, mismatched gaze shifted from those patrons and towards the bar. Ian, it seemed, was hardly working alone tonight. Lorelai having shifted from her usual position in the car park to assist Ian in surviving those drinks. Hmm. Maybe they were busy tonight. Else Ian was being too fucking slow. The succubus woman lent forward as she served another vampire. That very action displaying her ample cleavage, that extra sway to her hips giving way to her intentions. Darcy long ago having become all but immune to her games. She was lovely to be sure- but not half so lovely as his Risque.

Still, it was rare Lorelai paid attention to other vampires. Humans made far more of a meal with their living, breathing bodies and weaker wills. As if they truly believed a vampire woman might be interested in something other then the blood that courses in their veins. Fucking fools. Lorelai glance upward in that moment, as if feeling his gaze upon her, Darcy merely raising one eye. That gesture enough to send her hurrying back to work. Lorelai one of the few working for them he found tolerable. His mismatched gaze shifted away from the woman then and toward the very vampire she had been flirting with- a tall, blond man whom had all but retreated into some dark corner to watch. A new patron then.
"Randall. Come 'ere."

That Southern drawl easily parted his lips, Randall hurrying forward from his place at the bottom of the stairs to do as he was bid. The heavyset vampire's gaze remained upon the floor. Randall unwilling to meet Darcy's own eyes directly in that clearly submissive stance. Darcy's wrist turned lazily, swirling what little remains of that drink within his glass before his head nodded down and toward the blond vampire Lorelai had taken such an interest in.

"Do yar know dat one?"
No, sir.
"Go get 'im for me. I wanna word wit 'im."

The remains of that drink were easily downed, the empty glass slid back across the table as Randall looked uncertain for a moment before heading down those stairs and across the room toward the fellow lurking in the corner. Darcy reached for that deck of cards that rested on the table, the vampire idly beginning to shuffle them, his attention lingering on Randall below from the corner of his eyes all the same as he struggled to make his way through that crowd to reach the tall blond at last. Randall reached out to tap Eric upon the shoulder. The Manager would like a word. His hand lifted, gesturing toward Darcy on that floor above and those stairs that led upward. Lorelai so rarely took an interest in any other vampire. What was so damn special about this one? Darcy assured he was bored enough with his games for the night to fixate his attentions on someone else. Eric, it seemed, that fortunate one.

We are rough men and used to rough ways.