Cal Leandros
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Post by Cal Leandros on Jun 19, 2012 15:51:16 GMT -5
Cal looked confused as hell and gripped his beer. "What the hell did you say to him?" He said, following Robin through the door to a large room full of tables and Kin. Card games were going on and there was much chatter and swearing.
"My kind of place..."
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Post by Robin Goodfellow on Jun 19, 2012 17:27:34 GMT -5
Robin leaned in and whispered casually to Cal. "Now, do you have a good enough eye to spot which tables are hot? Who's a sucker? Which dealers are cheating? You did say you wanted to win some money, let's see how you do with the first step. Take a guess."
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Cal Leandros
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Post by Cal Leandros on Jun 19, 2012 21:32:09 GMT -5
Cal actually rolled his eyes. "I don't need to say watch and learn, since you invented the game." He looked around, then noticed a table with different wolves, all watching the shuffling of the cards. "That blackjack game."
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Post by Robin Goodfellow on Jun 19, 2012 23:02:16 GMT -5
"More of a poker man myself," Robin said as he eased his way into one of the empty chairs at the tale Cal suggested. "Evening gentlemen. Actually, neither "gentle" nor "man" seems to apply, so, evening. What's it going to cost to clean you out tonight? How's the ante looking?" The dealer seemed no more impressed than the bartender. "Come on, money to burn," Robin added. The dealer flipped him a card across the table. Robin snagged it, and without looking, said confidently, "Hit me." The dealer blanched slightly and dealt another card. The remainder of the round passed in tense silence until cards were revealed, with Robin coming ahead with 21. "Wonderful start, well played you lot."
"Come on Cal, quit dragging your feet."
(Sidenote: I bet Robin can totally count cards or some shit)
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Cal Leandros
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Post by Cal Leandros on Jun 19, 2012 23:46:02 GMT -5
Cal stuck his tongue out at Robin, checking his cards. He had 19 his first hand, feeling pretty pleased. "Shut up Loman. Hit me." He ordered the dealer, ignoring the growls around him. "Simmer down fidos, I promsie not to kill anyone tonight."
Totally))
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Post by Robin Goodfellow on Jun 20, 2012 21:55:24 GMT -5
"The problem with playing with me at your table, of course, is that you're not going to win any money." Robin said, casually acquiring another 21. "And neither are you," he said, directing it at the group of Kin. He took a sip of his drink. "I suppose you could just hand over whatever you've got left and save yourself some pride. Just a thought."
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Cal Leandros
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Post by Cal Leandros on Jun 21, 2012 18:48:53 GMT -5
Cal rolled his eyes and ignored him. "i'm still beating the house, I knew I wasn't gonna beat you so shut it." He flipped Robin off with a smirk, going back to his cards. 20. Not bad, he wasn't going to beat Robin unless the puck either quit counting cards or moved to another table.
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Post by Robin Goodfellow on Jun 21, 2012 19:35:57 GMT -5
"Careful with that finger, Cal, or you might lose it." Robin grinned and leaned back in his chair. Another 21. And he wasn't even cheating yet. He eyed the crowd of frankly unimpressed Kin that had gathered. "Evening," he said nonchalantly. "I understand that greatness merits and audience, but do keep your drool to yourself." They'd be okay for a few more hands, (well. maybe just one) but Robin wasn't fooling himself, and had no reason to. The Kin were tense, and this was going to come to blows if his winning streak persisted. Which it would.
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Cal Leandros
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Post by Cal Leandros on Jun 21, 2012 19:41:35 GMT -5
"Like dog breath here biting it off?" Cal said dryly, inspecting his cards. He could cheat, but he decided not to. Robin would get them in enough trouble, so he ordered another large glass of his chosen alcohol. Might as well be good and drunk before the fight broke out.
The Kin around them started to become agitated. One of them, a grotesque mixture between a man with a hair/glandular problem, snarled and grabbed Robin's shoulder. "You. Cheat." He grunted, baring curved teeth.
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Post by Robin Goodfellow on Jun 21, 2012 19:57:12 GMT -5
"Whoa there, Sparky, hands off the merchandise. Try that again and lose it," Robin snapped and batted the offending hand away. "Feel free to look over my shoulder, keep tabs, you might even learn a thing or two. I would be more worried about the dealer. If he's feeding me cards, you should be worried." It was demonstrably untrue, but suspicion always was a lovely motivator. "And me. Cheating. Imagine. How pedestrian."
Apparently confident placations had no place in a Kin bar. Again the snarling Kin grabbed at his shoulder, with more intent this time. Robin felt the nails, more like claws, pierce the fabric of his shirt. In a blur of motion the offending Kin's hand was pinned to the table by a V-42 Stiletto.
"You can look, but you can't touch. Think you'd hear that enough. House rules, boys." Robin huffed.
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Cal Leandros
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Post by Cal Leandros on Jun 23, 2012 20:50:53 GMT -5
Cal sighed and pulled out his gun, setting it on the table in front of him. "Robin, if you;re gonna start a fight, will you please wait until the end of this hand? I'm actuall winning for once."
The other Kin got even more pissed and pulled out weapons.
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Post by Robin Goodfellow on Jun 24, 2012 20:35:00 GMT -5
"Please. The reason I, and by accompaniment, you, are in here at all is because they see to think that one glorious day they will win back all the money I've acrued from their various clubs over the years. Horribly misguided, of course." A Kin to his right snapped and growled. "Bad dog," Robin said, pointing an accusing finger at him. "Besides, if they'd thought you could win they wouldn't have let you in in the first place."
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