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.

[deathbybazooka]

Considering how hard it was to find a job out right, staying up to date with everything else wasn't as troublesome. Going with the flow of this...Gate place took time. Yet, it had a familiar sort of strangeness to it.

One way or another, it all caused a headache.

Where else was there to hang out? Being in the assigned apartment was not the first choice. In fact, he was still looking for mayonnaise. Everything he ate was bland without it.

Hijikata did make his way toward the SEEDY BAR somehow, seeing that alcohol might stave off the mayo pangs. Eyebrows raise when he recognized Hughes, the same dour expression returning after a moment. "Hijikata, Toushirou - but you knew this," he replied gruffly with a nod. "And it's on the house? That's something I could go for."

[graficmemory]

"Yep! And it's all thanks to that charming young man right over there!" Maes grinned, pointing over to Allen. "Thank him, before you go. All the free beer! Maybe if I'm lucky, I can throw in some hush puppies."

[deathbybazooka]

Hijikata glanced back over a shoulder at the white-haired kid, instantly hit by the dark aura looming over the game of poker. He frowned even more. Didn't he usually bust people doing stuff like that? Or was it one of those 'turn a blind eye' situations?

"...I'll do that later," he said flatly. He gave Hughes another look, not really caring what the man did. It was time to get a drink. Or several.

[graficmemory]

Maes just grinned, patting Hijikata on the back rather forcefully. "Good, good. Allen's a good kid, yaknow. Always very helpful."

[sealed_guard]

"Hey, Hughes!" Fou called over the noise of the bar, sitting backwards in a chair next to Allen with her latest beer in-hand. The stuff was absolute shit, no doubt about it, but she'd put up with it to stick it to a dumbass local.

"Come up with something else, would you?! It's goddamn annoying to hear the same line over and over!"

[graficmemory]

"Something different? I can try it in Russian, but I'm not really good with all of the words." Maes grinned and cleared his throat, humming as he contemplated how it started. "Pri-VET... ah..."

[sealed_guard]

"Ah, shut the hell up, you idiot! Just change the words around or something! Jeez, it's even worse hearing you in Russian than it is in English!" With that, Fou took another swig. Seriously, that guy's Russian could drive a person to drink.

[graficmemory]

That's why there's TONS of vodka around here! "Yeah, drunk home driving about worry to need no...." Maes was feeling it, and the feeling was pretty good!

"Or how about this? Go and get one. I'm Maes! It's on tab and you'll be fine."

[df_citizen]

The Barkeep kept looking at Sands, then glanced back to Maes. Damn loud Gate Walkers. "Nyet..." The barkeep's voice was low and gruff. "Scotch... Vodka."

[df_citizen]

There was a small grumble, then the slide of glass as a shot of vodka was passed over.