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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2013 3:09:32 GMT
Emmanuel liked to deal. It still left far more than he cared for up to chance, but he doesn’t trust anyone else with the cards, anyone else to deal honest hands. If he doesn't like cheaters he shouldn't gamble, but that's why he only gambles when he's drunk enough. And he is very well drunk enough. Drunk enough that it feels like the cards are struggling out of his grip and he has to hold them extra tight, just about enough to leave a folded imprint. He glances up over his hand at the others, then at the pile of chips - compulsively, a hand goes up to restack his own before he pushes them all into the center. He glanced back to his cards, resting his chin on the heel of his hand. @dusk haha im sorry idk what this is |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2013 10:22:08 GMT
It seemed as good a night as any to hit the casino. He had a fresh wad of cash to spend from an easy fight and was sailing on what felt like good luck. That was how he ended up at the poker table, all of his cash in chips, and more than a few of his chips gone. Every hand was worth it's weight in gold at this point. Being big blind again could put him out of the game.
The guy across from him was obviously drunk and more than a little bit tense. Dusk watched him grip his cards like a lifeline, shuffle around his chips. He let his mouth fall into the smallest of smirks. He was going to win some cash back tonight. All-in? Whatever, he was confident in his own hand. "Trying to beat me?" the fighter challenged with his eyes, knowing full well that the other guy wasn't even paying attention to the rest of the table.
A bit tipsy himself, Dusk threw in all of his own chips too, knocking some over in the effort. He called, the last card was flipped. In the end, Dusk had a flush. He prayed that some god somewhere would pity him and give him the win.
@emmanuel as long as it's u i luv it |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2013 15:39:41 GMT
In retrospect – always in retrospect, once the last card was flipped – his hand didn't seem as good as it had. Full house. What was he even doing? The guy across from him had been looking at him the whole time, and when their cards were face up, Emmanuel knew he had probably pulled something. He had to have, with that smug fucking look on his face. "Fuckin' bastard." His cards fell with little slap to the table. "Fuckin' cheater."@dusk |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2013 20:20:41 GMT
Dusk smiled, hoarding the chips over to his side of the table. His glee was increased twofold by the fact that the other guy seemed ready to burst. He was about to cash in big, whether that loser wanted him too or not. He was about to take his chips and leave when the other guy decided to call him a cheater.
The look on Dusk's face signaled to the other players that now was the time to find a new table. This asshole had just insulted his pride. You'd have to be either pretty low or pretty smart to be able to cheat at poker, and Dusk was neither. "Hey, fuck you. It's not my fault you goddamn suck at poker." His voice was coated in red. It didn't take much to rile the fighter up, and this night might very well end in bruises and broken noses.
He decided to throw a single chip over to the other end of the table, cocky smirk on his face. "Here's your consolation prize." |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2013 0:37:15 GMT
He hated to admit he was wrong. He wasn't even thinking in terms of right or wrong anymore. He was thinking of the look on this kid's face and how it was desperately begging to be smashed in. Emmanuel wasn't violent, not like he'd been in his youth. But sometimes he was. When he was drunk off his ass and had lost a good portion of his last paycheck to some cheating little fuck. He was sure he had cheated. When he flicked the chip, it slid past the edge, spun a moment on the floor before it fell flat by the table's leg. "I'll give you consolation, fuckin' brat." He snarled, kicking his chair out of his way so he could stand. @dusk |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2013 9:31:29 GMT
Dusk's grin grew even wider. The pit fighter cracked his knuckles in anticipation. If it was a fight he wanted, he'd find that he had his hands more than full with a trained professional. By now a crowd had gathered around them, security was bound to notice sometime, maybe after they finished hitting on the cocktail waitresses. "You sure like to bitch, don't you?"
Dusk began to round the table, closing on the other player. He'd just come back from a fight, traces of adrenaline still making his mind buzz when faced with the prospect of another win. "Let's see if you fight like one too." He would wait for the other guy to make his move, not because he wanted to call it self-defense but because Dusk wanted to give him hope before he ended up battered on the ground.
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