COME ONE, COME ALL!

[graficmemory]

WHO: Toushirou Hijikata deathbybazooka, Maes Hughes graficmemory, Allen Walker King_jester, Fou guarded_seal, NPC. If you want to join, come in and tag yourself.
WHEN: Monday night, May 14th, 1952
WHERE: The SEEDY BAR
FILTER: for whomever doesn't have to work on Tuesday
WHAT: Cards, drinking, swindling the locals en masse
NOTES: Drinking, cards, swindling the locals en masse and annoying the

Comments

[king_jester]

Allen sat with a sweet, innocent smile. No one would suspect this darling lad of any sort of treachery. He was polite and gentlemanly, allowing anyone one who wanted to join in the poker game.

He played up cluelessness very well! It's not his fault that people make these grand bets against him when he just so happens to have the winning hand.

Only a drunk would bet an evening's worth of alcohol for a bar full of people, at least the rest of the patrons are happy now!

[df_citizen]

And here be one of those groups of people, intent on beating this kid out of everything. They were just priming the pump! Yeah....

The 'ring leader' chewed on some tobacco as he fingered his cards in a lewd manner, looking up to Allen every so often. "Ya callin' it or foldin?"

[king_jester]

"Hmmm.." The pale, British boy sat straight backed in his chair, head cocked to the side as he scratched the back of his head. He looked for all the world like he had no idea what was going on in this silly card game.

Allen muttered softly to himself as if he were vocalizing the pros and cons of each but making no sense to anyone but himself. Though, it really was so much easier to read people when they got irritated with him. People will always start to show things, even when they were trying so hard to hide them.

When people were irritated that meant that had to try harder, and when someone tries too hard they're bound to make a mistake.

[df_citizen]

He was not a patient man. Not by a long shot. His foot started tapping impatiently as he waited for the kid to stop pussyfooting around.

[king_jester]

"I'm not folding!" He grinned childishly, silver eyes practically sparkling. "We show our cards now?"

[df_citizen]

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Show 'em." The guy sniffed loudly, rubbing his nose with the cards.

[king_jester]

Allen set his cards down neatly on the table and folded his hands as if praying to God that he won, only he continued to smile that adorable knowing smile and watched the other man's face.

[df_citizen]

"AhA! I have..." He had to look at the cards for a third time. "Mother fucker!" The pimp threw his across the table. "You gotta be cheatin, man! Ain't no kid got no brains for this kinda operation!"

[king_jester]

"Cheating?" Allen gives him this I'm-not-even-smart-enough-to-understand-what-you're-talking-about looks. "Cheating is a very ungentlemanly thing to do, sir, and a frightfully rude thing for you to say."

[sealed_guard]

The commotion drawing her attention back to the table, Fou rose from her seat beside Allen. The kid mentioned some shit about a lucky lady. She liked to think of herself more as a bodyguard. Someone had to keep an eye on him, after all.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she smirked at the latest chump, practically daring him to try something.

[df_citizen]

The guy glowered from his seat. "Well if ya wanted politeness, ya should've gone to that other place." His eyes shifted to Fou. "Hear they don't let whores in there."

[[Bar fight, anyone?]]

[king_jester]

Wrong thing to say, sir. "Don't you dare speak of her in such a way again!"

[sealed_guard]

"He's not gonna be fucking talking at all!" Fou snapped, using her chair as a step up on top of the table. Leaping for the other side, she pulled her fist back, ready to beat the living daylights outta the mouthy bastard.

[df_citizen]

Was that a grin on his face? "Oh ohoh! So the wench packs a punch?" Pimp man ducked under the table. "I have a proposition for ya once yer done with pipsqueak, there~"