Thomas merely stares at Zaine for a moment. But he eventually agrees... he made the aquaintance of Blondie a few nights back and he may be able to sue that to get in where he needs to...

'Done. You will owe me a sizeable boon for this Sheriff... Can you lay low for just a night or two, and i will make sure your heat is properly transfered to some bpoor schmuck?..'

"Yes im sure i could lay low for a few days, and maybe try to keep a lower profile in the future, but the motherfucker threw a grenade at me, he got what he deserved." Takes another large calming drag. "so whats with the new vampire in the casino thinking hes a hotshot in there."

Thomas shakes his head like hes scolding a childe..

'Mr. Orlando wouldnt know who you are... I even doubt he realizes what you were talking about. He is in my domain and I will look after him. You need not worry about it.' He says assuringly.

'Now if you'll excuse me Sheriff, I have some buisness to attend to tonight. Keep your head down..'

"Good evening arturo." He says will stomping out his cigarette, and entering his truck and driving away.

Thomas briefly considers asking the Sheriff to never enter his domain again as repayment of the boon... But that would be slightly rude... or more importantly he may need his assistance in the future.

Thomas wasits until Zaine has driven off to head back inside. He will compose himself and find Alexi and Christine, telling the ghouls he is to be notified Immediatly should the sheriff enter the casino again in the near future.

After this he will stop at the bar and send a cocktail waitress over to Mr. Orlando and his lovely guest with a selection of drinks for them to choose from, comped, of course.  

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He gratefully accepts the drinks and extends his thanks.  He spends much of the night at the blackjack tables laughing, socializing, and playing.  He wins a few, looses a few, and winds up slightly ahead of when he started.  After awhile he goes in search of the owner, Mr. Aturo.

Thomas is waiting for Vittorio, any of the staff will tell him, upstairs in the private VIP lounge...

Alex will give Mr. Arturo an affirmative nod and go back to his position in the VIP lounge.  He will wait behind the bar, tending to the business of the area and keeping an eye on the happenings that take place.

(apologies for skipping out for a few days, I was attending my friends' graduation)

Vittorio makes his farewells to the folks at the blackjack table, pulling a live rose from his shirtsleeve for a personable, well-dressed old woman he'd been chatting with.  Winking and walking off he heads to the VIP lounge.

The same shit-eating grin eternally plastered onto his face he knocks on the door and waits to be invited in.

( No problem )

An attendant opens the door and welcomes Vittorio inside. Thomas was sitting at the bar talking to Alexi about his plan to have the sheriff owe him a boon in hushed tones... Details Alexi may be better with than Thomas...

When he sees Vittorio enter he raises his head and waves the man over.

'Youll have to excuse the sheriff my friend. He is a bit less personable than the last...'

Vittorio smiles and raises his hands in a gesture of concession.  "No, no, my apologies entirely.  I'm afraid I was a little thick-headed.  I did not quite pick up on what he was hinting at.  That being the case, I do mean to present myself to the Prince as soon as I find where he holds court."

'Our primogen are meeting as we speak. I imagine we will all be summoned tommoro night, what with the state of things.'

Thomas Offers Vittorio a seat with him and Alexi at the bar.

'Zaine is alright. Like a well bred dog... He can be a good ally if you can keep him pointed at someone else. '

Thomas trails off, talking about Brujah is about as entertaining as... well, talking about brujah.

'My casino must be a bit of a dissapointment after leaving Vegas..'

He baits Vittorio, with a knowing grin..

Alexi will of course be close by, having just finished speaking to Mr. Arturo he will go about answering the odd questions from the other patrons in the lounge while keeping a very close eye on the new arrival to the casino.

Dealing with Zaine had put him in a rather touchy mood, so after he's finished answering the menial questions he will stand next to Mr. Arturo, slightly to his right and one step back.

"Not at all," he chuckles.  "Believe me, Las Vegas isn't all its cracked up to be.  Behind all that glitz and glammer is a world seedier than you'd imagine.  It's like a super-model drug junkie -- lots of make-up, lots of styling, but just a sad sack of bones underneath."  He smiles, as if he's pleased with the cleverness of his analogy.  "It's nice to come to a place where everything is as it seems...well, as much as any place can be such."  He pulls a coin from his pocket and begins lazily flipping it across the back of his hand, as if the coin is summersaulting from knuckle to knuckle and back.  "I believe the Sheriff downstairs mentioned something about a strange state of affairs...you're the second to hint at it.  Is there something I should be aware of?"

Thomas hesitates, and decides theres no gentle way to put this.

'We are currently under seige by the sabbat. Its seems we've drawn some of the heat from Atlanta. In fact your probably very lucky to have made it into town unscathed...'

Vittorio grins, probably the most unlikely response anyone could give to news of a Sabbat siege.  "Well, my mother always did say I had the luck of the Devil.

"So we're stuck here, huh?  Any battle plans the higher-ups have devised?  Or do we plan on waiting for them to make the first move?"

'Plenty of plans... even some action already. Youve picked a perfect time my friend.. these are the deciding nights. If you want to get involved, and i hope you do, come back here tommoro night. Prince Carter will be holding his court inb my humble domain and all will be reavealed.'

Thomas smiles, its like hes selling a show.

"Well, seeing as how I'm making this place my temporary home, how could I refuse?  Besides, I need to present myself to the Prince.  What, if anything, can you tell me about His...or Her...Majesty?  And what else of the current political scene?