A smile that no one should refused; That it tends to lure the confused. How can this Mobster so amiable; As if he never harms people? With just a blink of an eye; His inamoratas cannot deny. He shows no mercy to anyone who hinders his way; And definitely will make them pay. Savinelli and Cheval Blanc are his best companions; Whilst thinking about hundreds of millions. After all the mess that has been made; The reverie of a family will surely be fade. Who would’ve thought that this young man; Is as dreamy as normal people can? There’s this Showgirl that shimmers like a star; The only lady he desired and glimpsed from afar. He neither offered a drink nor talked; It never will and he walked. There, he left a piece of linen; “Ich liebe dich, aber ich kann dich nicht haben..”
Its friday night out, a man came to Las Vegas to try his luck on Poker Table with a base of 1.000 Dollar Nobody has ever seen him before, nobody ever know him, no one is suspicious about his pressence. Yet, he is known as a man who won a million dollar in a single night. Some people says, " He's very lucky today " or " He used all his lucks just for this night " But, Is it really "just a luck"? Maybe, maybe not... You see, his eyes... they look through you in a single glance, his smile... is something you cant tell between a confident or a bluff, his fingers... are like a professional pianist, trained, fast, and beautiful. All we know is, he is the Amiable Mobster " The Greatest Trick the Devil Ever Pulled Was Convincing the World He Didn’t Exist "
Im hiding in the cloak of darkness trying to escape my fate. I know its useless but I cling to if as my life depends on it. I was known as the Shimmering Showgirl that everyone lusted and envied with. I had it all. The money, the fame, name it I have it. Until she showed up. She looks so innocent, so gentle and nice. I disregarded her seeing as I am the best of the best there is here in Vegas. Until one day I hear the faint whispers of gossips. I pass it all as nothing but a joke until one day my stage became hers, my fame, my guy. She took everything from me and left me with nothing. That Flirtatious Flapper crawled her way up to the pants of my Stunning Showman. Slowly like a snake wiggling its way to its unsuspected victim. I didn’t mean it but at the same time I don’t regret it. I saw her exiting his room, our room. I saw red. I lured her to an empty room telling her that my number one customer wants to see her. That’s when I did the crime. I killed her. And now here I am staring at the one person I shouldn’t interact with, the Amiable Mobster. He looks at me with his calculative gaze as a slow grin brush his emotionless face. Panic consumes me as I heard his faint whisper, “I know what you did.”, and darkness clouded my world.
Late Meeting In September, winds are cool and hollow but playful in their nature. Tonight was one of those beautiful nights with unexpected meetings and mysteries. As the wind teasingly plays with her evening dress, caressing her exposed skin, Daisy (Shimmering Showgirl) impatiently checks the long street along the infamous “Lotus” showroom. Her newly acquainted “hire” was being unfashionably late to their meeting. Lollygagger, she cursed under her breath and reapplied her favorite rouge lipstick... ...Everything was all unfamiliar to him, the people and the city. As he (Amiable Mobster) walks down the brooding streets of Las Vegas, glorious talks about the city seemed like an old fairy tale. Streets were dark, with bimbos out and about circling the nearby speakeasies. He felt his pocket for his gun, this meeting was really important to him and Jennie. (Flirtatious Flapper) Just as he lit his last cigar, he heard fast approaching footsteps... ...Daisy was growing restless, biting down on her nails, she didn’t notice the tall man approaching. He came to her quietly and handed her a small note. Before she took the handwritten note, she knew she failed. How did he know? She quickly read the note and shoved it into her clutch before looking into the dark streets once again. Hesitantly, she followed his delivery man, and disappeared into the night, to meet her ill fate. ...He (Amiable Mobster) woke up covered in blood with Daisy’s cold body in his feet in the dressing room of “Lotus” ... What did he do? ...To be continued
As the clock struck midnight I couldn’t stop myself from taking in all of the sights around me.... or at least that was the case before complete chaos broke out, I turn around to an even bigger scene unfolding before me as I look around I see that there’s a body slumped over in one of the booths, the body belongs to one of the mobsters but not just any mobster he’s one of the Amiable Mobsters this shocks me, but before I can think about it for long a someone catches my eye but quickly disappears around the corner I try to run after them but by the time I get to where I saw the the person they’re gone, I ask around trying to figure out if anyone knows who it was and I’m told it was Angel one of the Shimmering Showgirls so I continue to look for this showgirl running into one of the clubs Showmen who informs me that he hasn’t seen any Showgirls run by only a Flirtatious Flapper who ran out back, I start to head that way hearing the sound of someone’s car starting so I walk faster but I’m too late, by the time I open the door all I see is the outline of a car driving into the sunset. I never found the showgirl or flapper from that night nor did anyone figure out how the mobster died. Just one of those mysteries. A Vegas Mystery
"the showman died of overdose, and the flapper died of heart attack days afterward? that's rubbish". she follows his line of sight to the tv in front of them, playing the news about it. "heart attack because she was panicking after killing him?" "yeah, apparently the flapper is pregnant and the showman cheated on her and asked her to get rid of it" he answers, recalling the news. she shakes her head in disbelief and pulls him for a kiss, "are you performing tonight, my beautiful showgirl?" he asks, trailing a kiss from her neck to her cheek, "yes, but only for my mobster" she smiles as his lips covered hers. the showgirl tries to forget on her success of getting the showman to overdose. he broke her when she found out he was going to marry the flapper. but she's fine now, her mobster is her life, and the showman is no longer gonna bother her. little does she know, its not the flapper he is gonna marry. the mobster closes his eyes. he knows exactly what the showgirl did. him and the showman was planning to get married before the flapper came out and announced her pregnancy, and his other ex is still obsessed with him. he killed the flapper. airshot between the toes, it look like a heart attack. he thought she was the one who killed the love of his life, then he knew it was this girl he is kissing. as the showgirl suffocates, eyes on him in betrayal, he smiles. he need to go.
Pimd killers Las vagus high school had been thrown in to darkness over the murder of a extremely popular student, ken but also known as worthless his in game name on the ever growing game know as PIMD. But who committed this crime ? Was it his sweetheart ? Lucy aka shooting star or his best friend Brad or better known as Acheng or was it someone else ? The only clue Police had was a small dagger that had a spot of blood on the blade !! No finger prints no DNA no witness to this dreadful crime Until the killer is caught be careful be very careful there’s a killer lurking in the halls of Pimd collage ?
Late at night The night show was about to start. "Good evening everyone please enjoy our live show today by one and only awesome and stunning showman with his companion showgirl!" Showgirl and showman enter and both of them started to perform and dance together on the floor. Suddenly flirtatious flapper came and saw what happen, she then run and slap showgirl saying" how dare you dance with my man!" A fight broke out and with showgirl and flapper. Suddenly mobster came out somewhere and hug/hold showgirl saying"Ignore both of them and come with me". Showgirl realized who it is and she went leaving flirtatious and showman to themselves. "Seeing you on stage make me love you showgirl" mobster replied. Before showgirl can even say anything mobster kiss her. And that's how the a love story is form in Vegas. Ship name:mobgurl()
BUSTED It was a beautiful, shining, shimmering Friday night at Vagas. When a gorgeous, stunning girl around the age of 20 was walking down the road. It all seemed normal. not until she saw a handsome guy getting hit by some gangsters. She didn't want to watch she wanted to help. She got into the fight when she saw a rusty crowbar lying around. She got the crowbar holding it tightly she hit the 2 gangsters on their head "BAM" that is the sound they heard suddenly she shouted "Quick! Run before they wake up again." they ran quickly when they finally arrived at her home door step. She stared at him for a moment . He stumbled upon his words. "I am Adrian" he said, but she was still staring at him. "I am Amy nice to meet you" "nice to meet you too" he replied and stopped for a second when he said "I should go see you later" and in a blink of an eye he was gone... In the next morning Amy walked up to her friends at school when she heard them talking about the new biology teacher one of them said "he is so handsome" the other shouted "oh my God I need him to be my boyfriend" Amy was confused when suddenly the bell rang and she ran to her class. The door started to open slowly when she saw the guy from yesterday... Adrian To be continued...
Ellie ignores the countless stares given to her by the curious crowd of a well-known bar in Vegas. She finally finds her friend, Riley, who just finished dancing in front of the elite guests, glitters all over her body. "You're supposed to be flirty, what's this turn of events?" Riley said. Ellie whispered, "It's all a part of the act. Let's see which one's brave enough to buy me a drink, then?" Riley just laughed and shook her head, leaving Ellie to mind her own business. Half an hour passed by and a strange man approached Ellie. "And who might you be?" asked Ellie. "Just an amiable mobster passing by. I saw you looking a bit bored and thought you'd go for a drink?" he replied. Ellie and the strange man chatted for a good fifteen minutes until Ellie's flirty side started showing. They went out the bar and took a cab to somewhere else. The next day, Riley was horrified upon the news that Ellie was found dead by the side of a dark alley last night. She comforted Ellie's parents and told them that they'll surely find justice. Riley went home afterwards, eyes still teary. She made herself a drink and sat on the couch, watching the news coverage of a flirtatious flapper's tragedy. "It's all part of the act." She said, pulling a stunning showman's costume out of her wardrobe. Riley grinned, removed the ombre wig, contact lenses, and the silicone strap on her chest. "Now, who's next?"
"Target on sight" A flirtatious flapper walked her way to an amiable mobster who's enjoying his evening alone watching the showgirls dance, happy that the showman left the scene. "Enjoying your evening?" she smiled, talking to the mobster. "I am more, now that you're here." the man winked at the girl. From a friendly chat, it turned into something more. "I got a place near here, wanna come?" "I certainly do." As soon as the mobster opened the door to his place, a man knocked him out. "Thought this mission would be a lot hard" a stunning man in his 30s mumbled. "Well he was expecting a fun time" the girl said, "I was too" she sighed. "Too bad." THE NEXT DAY The flirty lady and the stunning man left the scene, riding a new car filled up with bags full of money. "I wonder what he'll feel about what you did?" "Disappointed, like what I feel" the girl said as she throw a piece of clothing behind her. A man in his birthday suit woke up seeing a flash, he realized people were taking pictures of him but worst without wearing anything. Memories of last night came to his mind, he knew that all his winnings were already stolen especially his clothes. "Stop taking pictures and help me!"
“Enchanting” the amiable mobster uttered under his breath as he watched the shimmering showgirl and the stunning showman on stage. Millions of lights shone down on the showgirl’s neon pink faux fur boa, her skin looking soft as silk, her ombré hair that stood out from the rest. All eyes were on her. The mobster had a lover up there. He watched as his lover’s hips swayed and turned as the rhythm of the music continued on. He ordered two dirty martinis. His and his lover’s favorite. He smiled to himself, his gaze returned to the stage. “Gorgeous isn’t she?” The mobster turned to see a flirtatious flapper batting her eyelashes towards the stage, blushing. He looked at the performers again and caught the shimmering showgirl’s gaze. She smiled and blushed and he raised his martini and winked at her. “Oh! Young love! The Showgirl and The Mobster. How delicious!” The flirtatious flapper giggled. The dance number ended. The mobster awaited for his lover to come down the stage and give him a kiss. The shimmering showgirl gracefully went down the few steps and hurried towards the direction of the mobster, her face glowing. The mobster had his arms wide open, he was smiling. The shimmering showgirl went straight to the bar where her lover awaited her. And the stunning showman went in the open arms of the mobster. The mobster and the showman stood there, forehead to forehead for a full minute. “Let’s go?” the showman asked The mobster turned to the flapper and said, “I think you meant, The Showman and The Mobster” and smiled as he and his lover went to drink their dirty martinis. The flapper blushed and smiled to herself.
Nervously, I pretend to readjust my feathered headpiece, while eyeing the well-suited gentleman, that walked up to the Golden Gate Casino bar. I can see why all the ladies flock at his feet, he is definitely the cat’s pajamas. “One quilt” he said. “Coming right up, sir” said the bartender. “Atta boy!” I make my way up to the bar strutting with a hint of seduction, it worked instantly. As I lift my ciggy to my lips, he inches closer. He introduces himself, John his name. He then orders me a drink, and we hit it off within seconds. I can sense my boss’ eyes on me while he is on stage, making sure I complete my orders. I try not to eye the boss while he is singing topless with “bubs,” whom wears a crown larger than she can handle. God his body is chiseled. The boss gives a slight nod, to which I rub John’s arm sexually, and hint that we should take this party to his hotel. Once we get there, I flirtatiously waltz around the room as my dress slides off of me. A couple hours later, he excuses himself to the lavatory after we make whoopee. I take this golden opportunity, to glom his pocket watch the boss demanded, and escape. Before I could open the door and escape, John grabs me furiously and throws me onto the floor. What will come of me? If John doesn’t clip me, the boss surely will. 248 words
Stunning Showman- Elliot Flirtasious Flapper- Rosie Amiable Mobster- ??? "ELLIOT!" screams Rosie sprinting towards Elliot. "What happened?" ask Elliot. Elliot sees the troubled look on Rosie's face and then sees a box. Rosie then explains how a random person threatened to kill her if she did not deliver this to 789 Sesame Street Elliot realizes instantly that the address is of his deceased rich grandmother who died of suicide. Both Elliot and Rosie drives to the residence and leave it at the front door. They hear something from indide and it's a hypnocat Elliot's Grandmother owned on 3 years ago. It had supposedly died from it being dropped. They heard footsteps walking quickly towards the door and 6 gunshots. Rosie steps back frightened. Elliot is determined for answers because his grandmother has been long dead. The door opened and came his dad who looked quite confused when he had seen Elliot. "Son why are you here?" Elliot replies "WHY ARE YOU HERE AT OUR GRAMMYS HOUSE?" The father was silent. He started to reach for the pistol and shot Elliot 9 times. Rosie screamed and lunged herself towards Elliot's father. After struggling she finally managed to shoot him through the heart. Elliot survived thankfully though inside the box contained solid poison gas. Police labelled the suicide as a murder and Rosie and Elliot have been married ever since. <3
A MOBSTER'S BUSSINESS Right next to the small stage, a certain pretty face was waiting, fiddling with the pearls around her neck. The smoke made her dizzy, the heat made the feathers in her hair stick to her forehead and the music was making her head ache as much as her own thoughts. A tap on her shoulder disturbed her. "Are you alright?" "Amiable Mobster. Just the criminal i didn't want to see." Flirtatious Flapper scoffed, barely glancing her eyes to see the man. "I'm always alright" she slowly brought the sparkling champagne glass to her lips. "As much as appreciate your concern, I believe the reason you came here isn't to enjoy the show" "Couldn't I just wanted to pay a visit to the most beautiful girl in the whole Vegas?" "Your reasons are always darker than that, so spill it out already." "I just wanted to ask you to come to my Shimmering Showgirl's room with me. She isn't answering and she should be on stage. Just like your lovely boyfriend. I don't see him either." Flirtatious Flapper rolled her eyes, but followed. Once in front of the door, the girl pushed it open. They both cautiously stepped inside the hotel room, before she let out a scream. On the bed, with a bloody wound in his chest, her own lover, Stunning Showman, laid dead. Amiable Mobster caught her before she fell to her knees. "What happens in Vegas..." He was stopped by the bedroom door closing behind them. "Stays in Vegas" Shimmering Showgirl whispered, the sound of a gun being charged after that.
It must've been around midnight... Everyone was getting ready to leave the jazz joint. Then suddenly the lights go dark and a spotlight lights up the stage. Standing there is a handsome tall man. Where his shirt is nobody knows but what they see they like. The crowd starts to murmur, "That's the stunning showman he is supposed to be the best of the best!" He slid his hand up until it was on the mic and he pulled it towards his mouth till it was an inch or two away from his lips. His voice started to echo through the room. That deep smooth voice enchanted every person in that room. All their eyes were on him and it was dead silent. After a few moments of him singing his hand reached out and he snapped his fingers. The band started to play a deep and slow tune to match his voice. He took the mic to the edge of the stage where he knelt down, took his hat off, and gently placed it on a young girls head. He looked down and smirked at her as he touched her cheek softly and stood back up to continue. Once he finished the room continued to be silent until finally, a whistle broke through. Everyone stood up and clapped furiously while screaming and whistling.