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What possessed the male to do something like this was unknown. He had heard there'd be something going on around Halloween and in good humor, the male tossed his hat in to the ring. For a good cause and all that. Or so he hoped. Enver didn't really bother with the finer details. If something popped in to his mind, he'd send Hannah to sort it out for him. He had nothing to lose and nothing to win either. Just some good, light-hearted fun that he wouldn't have been able to do if life hadn't taken the turn it had.

He showed up a few minutes early, Hannah carrying the sign he had someone make for the event for his booth. His attire was casual, more casual than it had ever been, consisting of a charcoal colored T-shirt, black jeans and sneakers. He pulled his sunglasses off as soon as he entered the building and looked around the place, taking in the decor before he spoke. "I think we're that way." Enver looked at the booth listing, flipped the paper around and around until he confused himself. "Space eleven. It's over there." Hannah pointed to the opposite side of the room, while Enver just nodded his head. "Like I said. That way." He changed the direction his finger pointed at and made a beeline for his booth.

"Look at that. A giant wheel. Should we test it out?" Enver waggled his brows at Hannah, before he dismissed the idea with a chuckle, the poor blond haired woman struggling with the giant sign. It took him a few seconds to notice, because Enver was busy tweeting on his phone to his PR rep about the event he was doing and making sure she found someone to take some pics of him at the event. It had been her idea and since she was still heavily invested in his career that was almost non-existent, Enver decided to amuse the woman. "Let me help you with that." Enver grabbed for the sign just at the moment Hannah had it on the easel and nodded his head. "Looks good. Have fun Hannah. Thanks." Enver saluted her, replied back to his PR rep, sat in a chair behind the booth and kicked his feet up and waited for the fun to begin.

The sign to the right of Enver:

What: Kiss or Kill Booth
Where: Necropolis Nightclub
Who: Enver Marshall II
When: All month long
Fee: 10 bucks per spin (to be rp'd out only in paying)
Prize: (will be using a dice roller and to keep things seemingly fair and unquestionable, I'll have Ash roll the dice) http://www.random.org/

1. $500
2. $1,000
3. $5,000
4. Enver gets to hit you with a toy weapon
5. You get to hit Enver with a toy weapon
6. Free Spin!
7. Free Spin!
8. Try Again next time...
9. Try Again next time...
10. Kiss!
11. $500
12. Enver gets to smack you with a toy weapon!
13. You get to hit Enver with a toy weapon!
14. You win 1 free ritual service from Amaranthia! (not disenthrallment or eternal bond)
15. $500
16. $250
17. $100
18. $100
19. $100
20. Try Again Next Time...

Well, crap! Charlie thought to herself as she started to make her way out of the building she was currently in, and shouldn't have been in. As she was reminded as the alarm sounded in the background. It was time to get out, and time to get out fast. It seemed these days that the cops were on point more often than not and it was annoying the hell out of her. Still, she didn't say anything. She couldn't, there was a guard walking around. She waited and waited until finally she saw her perfect time to get to the main door and get the hell out of that building. It was always hard to explain why she was in there wearing a tight black catsuit and carrying around a bag full of merchandise. Stolen merchandise.

She stopped and took a breath as she got outside. However, the sound of sirens in the distance only served to annoy her. Seriously? Couldn't she ever catch a break tonight? Then she looked over and saw where she was next to. The Necropolis, ah no better alibi than a nightclub like that one. Charlie smiled and hauled *** into the building. When she took a look around she noticed that it wasn't the same as the first few times she had been there. It looked like they were setting up for something. A party perhaps. She had heard that there was a party for the DoD girls, or at least, it was in discussion. It seemed that it wouldn't be the only party going on. There really wasn't took much but when she looked over the room there was one thing she noticed. A giant wheel that was set up next to one booth.

Casually, she made her way over to the booth to read the sign that was posted, not even really noticing the guy that was sitting behind the booth at first because she was looking over the sign and the wheel. Charlie couldn't help but snort a little at the idea of getting hit with a toy. It reminded her of the parties she used to have when she was a girl, when she and her few friends would take shots at each other with rubber band and potato guns. The later being the more fun because it didn't leave small welts on the skin like the rubber bands did. Finally, she looked over the male, giving him a once over. She had to stop and think about this one. Would Mitchell be mad? She could use the money and 'kiss' was a one in twenty chance. "Hmmm..." She voiced aloud but was still pretty quiet about it as she thought it over.

The corners of the male's lips quirked up into a large and amused smile. The woman before him had quite the spunky mouth about her. Either she was giving him a hard time, or she had confidence in herself. Enver didn't care to rationalize it for too long, he just chalked it all up as an amusing characteristic about the woman. "Who knows?" Is all he replied with, before his eyes wandered around the large room, wondering how the other booths were fairing tonight.

Her next few words had him nodding his head. Her odds were pretty good, with the way the powers that be made the format on the wheel. Hell, he'd even risk kissing some stranger (male or female) for these odds. She went on with his idea that he kept to himself, and pulled out some wallet. Enver didn't take a second glance at the wallet, knowing some women carried a version of a wallet, so he thought nothing of it. When she took out a ten dollar bill, Enver moved aside and out of the way of the wheel. At her question, he felt his corners tug in to a smirk. "One shots all you got, so better make it count." He took the ten dollars and put it in an empty jar (for now) and let the woman work her magic while he pulled out his Blackberry and tweeted about what a great time he was having at his booth in the Necropolis in Harper Rock, Canada, in an attempt to draw a bigger crowd for the night.

Results of the spin

Amaranthia wrote:

Enver watched the wheel spin, not really caring where it landed. If it was cash, he had more than enough of that. Hitting him? He could deal with it. Hitting her? He'd make light of it and hit her just as lightly. Kissing her? Well, he had a back up plan for that too. The game was for spirit and he had lots of it, surprisingly.

The male didn't know how the ends would roll in her favor or his, but as the wheel slowed, he found himself inching closer to where it was to make sure he saw where it landed and what it was he'd be giving her. Money. That he could work with. At what he perceived as a cocky remark, Enver laughed and then shot the woman a wink. "Well, with an extra four hundred and some odd dollars in your pocket, you could buy one and wait for me after I'm done working the booth?" Women hitting Enver wasn't really a new thing and quite frankly, he found each attack on him laughable these nights. Vampires were somewhat disappointing. All the possibilities and possibilities and somehow, all of them seemed pissed off about something or another.

"I'm Enver." He finally extended a hand in a greeting so that he could catch her name, see if he'd heard of her from a friend of a friend, or maybe, just maybe she was a vampire too. It seemed everyone he ran in to was something special. Vampire, blood thief, paladin, who knew what else would be around in the city as time went on? While his one hand was working on a greeting, the other was pulling out his wallet and giving the woman her winnings. "Congratulations on the spin."

You transfer $500 into CharlotteC's account.

Amaranthia grinned, watching the woman walk away from Enver's booth. It looked like things were really going well this time around, and she owed it all to his special brand of charisma.

"Thank you so much Enver, I really do appreciate all the work you've gone too. I really think that once the community sees us as business partners, who help the community that they will take less notice of the strange happenings that come with our kind."

She pressed a kiss to his cheek, and winked. "I likely owe you for that one. Though, you did introduce me to those films..."