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| Double Trouble! Trouble at Double Knuckles | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 12 2018, 04:25 PM (88 Views) | |
| Ken's Bitch | Jan 12 2018, 04:25 PM Post #1 |
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There's drugs to be done, so I gotta run
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Double Knuckles was a bar that was notorious for unsanctioned gambling and prostitution. Oursa didn't judge anyone based on their vices. Today he was just drinking and playing cards, hoping to make a little coin in the process. "Texas Hold 'em" was a game that Oursa was well acquainted with. Early in his travels, he had befriended an old drunk who slept on the side of a saloon, in a small town near his home. He'd bring him four packs of "Five Loko," and half drank bottles of "Crackin" rum. The man, delighted to have a drinking buddy and extra booze, would play friendly games of "Texas Hold 'em," where he'd act as both dealer and the other players. Oursa watched as he set up a stuffed bear and a platoon of toy soldiers as opposing players, and dealt them and him a hand. As he went around the table, he'd do hilarious impressions with the bear and the soldiers. He, ironically, gave the bear a drunk personality. But the real kicker was the man acting with each soldier differently. Often, Oursa couldn't contain his laughter. But, the man never gave off a single signal as to what his hand was, ever. After losing every single game they'd played for the first week, Oursa had enough. He told the man, "Old head, you're drunk as shit every time we play. Why can't you ever play serious? Just put the drink aside until later, and play an honest hand. I can't read shit from you when you're sloshed. Why is that?" The man simply replied, "Silly silly, you just answered before you even asked." 'Answered before I...' He thought briefly before he said with a smile, "You bastard... That explains why you have no poker face, but doesn't playing drunk every time throw your game off?" "Not when you've never played sober." The drunk said and then chuckled. That philosophy stuck with Oursa since, and was being implemented in the bar tonight. He'd only had one beer tonight, and it had been a while since his last game. Oursa looked around at the people he shared the dealer with. There was six other players, and the dealer. As soon as he finished glancing around, his hand was dealt. With all players reaching towards their hands, Oursa blurted something out, pausing each player in their tracks. "Before we see what lady luck dealt us, I'll wager something. If any of you win this hand, I'll buy the whole table a shot of "Jim Bean." If I manage to win, I only ask one of you buys me a shot." All of them looked around as if Oursa wasn't serious, and laughed simultaneously. Of course they all agreed, and the hand was played. Oursa then followed up with another statement. "Bartender, six shots of Jim. Please." The whole table roared in glee, believing they would be enjoying a merry toast after this game. They didn't. Minutes passed, and Oursa won on a two pair, King high. They all grunted and mumbled among one another, and one threw the money on the table. He said "Dumbass, you still ordered the whole tray of shots." Oursa walked to the bar and grabbed the tray. Returning to his seat, he placed it on his lap. "I suppose I did, didn't I... Don't wanna waste it." He proceeded to throw the six shots back with ease, and belching loudly. He said with a slight slur, "Bartender... bartender I believe the man over there just ordered my seventh." The bartender walked over and exchanged Oursa the shot for the tray. The bounty hunter threw the seventh back, and looked at his fellow player with his eyes low. "If ya would, Dealer..." |
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| :)Westborn | Jan 12 2018, 07:36 PM Post #2 |
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The Most Responsible Adult in your Living Room
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Luca had always seen York Shin City as a wonderful, terrible place. Over crowded, often rank smelling, and without the possibility of being more than ten feet away from another human, it represented more than just a little of what Luca hated in the world. Those same traits however, were what made it so fantastic. No matter the time of day a person could get a drink. And more importantly, the vast number of people made it so that less legal dealings were often washed under a sea of anonymity. Standing inside the doors to the Double Knuckles Luca lit a cigarette as he surveyed the sizable bar, its interior neatly divided with one side hosting the actual bar and tables for patrons to consume cheap alcohol, while the other hosted a number of cheap looking tables for a variety gambling and a sparse handful slot machines. If rumors were true, which Luca didn’t doubt, the beaded curtain toward the back of the room would also lead to a whore house. Savoring the smoke, Luca meandered toward the bar, keeping a his interest toward the gambling section of the room, while trying to spot the hired muscle that were scattered through the room and trying to blend in with the regular patrons. ”Well whiskey, ‘n’ yer cheapest biggest beer.” Luca ordered with a nod to the bartender as soon as he reached the bar.Since he had started to develop a conscience, Luca had started taking on jobs for a steeply discounted rate, so long as they allied with his own personal compass. Of late that meant any job that involved being a thorn in the side of any of the major mobs, an the destruction of any sex slavery rings. This particular job happened to involve both. If his source were to be completely trusted, which wasn’t something Luca often did with former career hookers, the Double Knuckles was both. Run by a minor mob boss, the don had found that the breaking and trade of new girls often netted a much steeper profit than his unlicensed gambling house. Turning at the sound of a beer being cracked, Luca swallowed the cheap whiskey in one smooth motion, leaving the bartender a small tip as he meandered away from the bar with his tall beer in hand. No more than a few steps away from the bar Luca spotted what he thought could be the familiar shape of a man who owed him a favor. Moving casually toward one of the bars blackjack tables, Luca waited for a full hand to confirm his suspicions before approaching. As the man tossed back his seventh shot, Luca confirmed him as Oursa, the man he had sold his first hand cannon to. Before Oursa had swallowed his final shot of cheap whiskey, a vague plan formed in Luca’s mind. The last time Luca had seen the younger gunslinger, he had presented a trial of skill ot the man. A trial Oursa had passed with both a clever twist and an adept display of skill. A pair of traits that would be invaluable in whatever lay ahead in the mobs den. Luca couldn’t help but also see the evening as a second trial for what could be a strong addition to his own crew. Moving to the far side of the table to stand behind the dealer with the intention of being seen by Oursa, Luca was quickly moved on by one of the hired muscles that tried to ensure no cheating occured. Allowing himself to be moved with only minimally feigned ignorance at his actions, Luca looked to meet Oursa’s gaze, leaving the next move up to the younger gunslingers. Edited by Westborn, Jan 12 2018, 07:55 PM.
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| Ken's Bitch | Jan 16 2018, 07:39 AM Post #3 |
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There's drugs to be done, so I gotta run
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As Oursa's pair of cards slid over to him, he looked up and didn't believe what he saw. It looked liked Luca, the man who previously owned the revolver on Oursa's hip. He rubbed his eyes and did a double take, confirming what he saw. He didn't know what he was doing here, but from he knew about the man, it was probably something interesting. He wasn't the type to come to a bar to drink and play cards. Oursa wanted to holler at Luca, but he had a game at the moment, and he didn't plan on losing. His original plan netted him a decent bit, but it was time to win. He counted his remaining players' chips, with the highest behind him being seventeen thousand jenni worth, and the lowest being thirteen. The players paid their blind and and the first three cards hit the table. Oursa looked at his hand, two Threes. The first card was a Three, the next an Eight, and then a Four. Oursa currently like his chances. So much so, that he was going to go for another big move. The player before him called, and when it was Oursa's turn, he raised. He shoveled a pile of chips to the pot. "Thirteen thousand." The players reactions were hilarious to Oursa. One man folded immediately without saying a word, took his chips, and up and left. The next spoke. "Nah man... what the fuck? First you pull that shit with drinks, now this? Stop fucking around with our money man! The third didn't say anything either, politely matching Oursa raise. He was the player with thirteen thousand exactly. He was a younger man, probably thirty, and looked generally normal, except something caught Oursa's eye. When the man moved, he could see a badge under his unzipped coat, tucked in a pocket. Only the black leather back and the top of the badge's gold trim showed, but Oursa's trained eye would recognize a police badge anywhere. They take pride in making those things. That wasn't good, but it also wasn't bad. It means hopefully if the angry man tried anything, Oursa wouldn't have to act. He doesn't do well with restraint when he drinks. The second man reluctantly matched the thirteen, and the raised it another four thousand. That was the last of his chips. "Im gonna make this back fucker. I can feel it. I can feel it." The next card was dealt. An Eight. That meant every player had a pair of Eights now. Everybody called. The final card was dealt, a three. Oursa couldn't believe his eyes. He had a three pair and pair of Eights regardless, but this was nuts. The second player boldly declared himself. "Good game! Three Eights and pair of Threes! Read it and weep, bitch!" Oursa flipped his cards over and smiled. The third man did the same. He had a king and a six, it appeared he was just playing on a prayer. The second man shouted. "Nah! He's cheating! There's no way! Motherfu-," the man reached behind his shirt for something. Oursa pulled his revolver, and cocked it turning on his seat so he faced the man. He kept his pistol below the table, out of sight, but he knew exactly where he was aiming. He didn't have to act however, as the cop tackled the man. The second player fell to the ground, and a .357 fell to floor. The cop slid it over to a random bar resident and spoke, "I was watching him the whole game because I thought he was cheating too, and I couldn't see a thing." The dealer spoke, agreeing with him. Oursa holstered his weapon once more, releasing the hammer. The cop was going to speak again, which Oursa assumed was to announce he was a police officer, when the guy he tackled rolled him over and starting fighting back. Oursa didn't hear any announcement of the sort, so he elected to grab his pot off table, and walk to Luca. He threw the chips in a knapsack the bar provided, and nodded at the dealer, who was too busy trying to break them up. As he was walking however, the second player appeared to have won the scramble, and was standing over the cop. "You!" he yelled. "You must not know who runs this place. See, I'm with them. I'm protected, motherfucker. You messed up. He looked over at another man in bar and yelled at him. "Go get the boss, the boys, everybody!" It appeared as though Oursa had now mad himself enemies with the shady management of this place, something becoming every increasingly more common in bars for some reason. Either way, it wasn't good. Oursa was sure Luca was watching him, so he knotted up his bag threw it at the pirate. Oursa grabbed an empty mug off a nearby table, and turned to the man. He launched it at his face, breaking it on the right side of his head. The man screamed and fell. "Shut up man..." Oursa turned and walked back towards Luca, with the whole bar now silent. |
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| :)Westborn | Jan 24 2018, 11:45 AM Post #4 |
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Knowing he had been spotted, Luca idly wove his way back to the bar. Placing his can on the table, he casually watched the table as he lit a cigarette. It didn’t take long for the events at the table to turn from a tense underground poker game, to a violent conflict, as accusations were thrown, identities revealed, and firearms leveled. It had all spun in Luca’s fortune. While he had planned on having to play a customer to get where he needed to go, Oursa’s event had afforded him the opportunity to simply rush the front gates, and with a partner no less. Giving Oursa a quiet look of approval, Luca gave the silently stunned room a quick glance. All eyes were locked on the slim gunslinger. Reaching over the bar, Luca pulled an unmarked mason jar of liquor, assuming it would be homebrewed moonshine strong enough to rip a layer of tar from a ships hull. ”“Them’s fer you,” Luca muttered to Oursa as he walked away from the bar, referring to the four heavies that were pushing their way through the crowd toward where the pirate and cowboy had met. Without waiting to see how Oursa would react to the large men, Luca marked all four in his mind, tracking their movements along with Oursa’s as he unscrewed the jar in his hands, the sharp smell of alcohol standing out even in the saturated bar. Taking a large mouthful or scorching liquid, Luca gently tossed the jar, splashing clear liquid on the crotch of the gambler Oursa had already hit with mug. Without breaking stride, Luca flipped his lighter open, spitting the concentrated alcohol to generate a massive ball of flame which caught the connected mans pants on fire immediately. As the heat shook off whatever haze of confusion might have lingered from being hit with a mug, the gambler began to scream and flail to escape the flames. In a few short steps, Luca’s dirty sneaker stopped onto the gamblers chest as he turned to address the room, the heavies now unsure of whether to pursue Oursa’s initial disturbance, or the newcomer. ”“Ya heard him, we ain’t ‘ere ta nagotiate with piss ons.” Luca stared at the bartender, his face lit by the burning man beneath him. As though the command broke the crowds frozen spell, the bartender disappeared through a back door, and the previously undecided heavies made up their minds. Three sets of massive callused hands began to reach for Oursa, while one lumbered rapidly towards Luca and his screaming hostage. |
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