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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 6, 2016 17:14:22 GMT -5
"I never knew how much differnce clothing could make," she said. "Have you ever been recognised, my lord?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 6, 2016 17:17:36 GMT -5
"I mean, I'm not completely insane," he promised, "We've had a few undercover agents in both taverns, so they know who I am," he said, "to ensure we don't end up in the bay with no boat," he laughed. "Clothes make the man," he said. "You, now, it doesn't seem to matter what you wear. The eyes go to you anyway," Leona can look about and see it's true. "This tavern's specialty, besides foreign ladies of the night upstairs," he said, "is gambling. Have you ever played games of chance?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 6, 2016 17:31:57 GMT -5
"A few but not for high stakes. Mostly just for coppers or sweets, silly things like that. It's fun niw and then."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 6, 2016 17:47:50 GMT -5
Beric nodded, "It is," he agreed.
"What to drink?" The foreign server asked. After ordering, the lord turned back.
"We can get into a game if you'd like, or walk the docks. The choice is yours. We've got two hours before we need to set back."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 6, 2016 17:54:41 GMT -5
She fished in her pockets to take out the coins. "Is this enough to play with?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 7, 2016 7:38:40 GMT -5
"No," he said, but he tapped his pocket and she heard a clinking sound, "but this is." They get their drinks and head downstairs. Leona sees a dozen tables with mostly men playing cards or dice and yelling at each other. Beric hands her the small bag and waves her to a table to pick a game.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 7, 2016 8:26:36 GMT -5
She thought for a moment then chose a dice table. She attempted a confident air as she seated herself. "Let's do this," she said. Leaning close to Beric she said "What will you do with our winnings? Spend it on drink, or give it to the sept to feed the poor?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 7, 2016 15:18:37 GMT -5
"I'm not playing," he said, "so the choice is yours." The players all look at Leona with a touch of hunger as she grabs the dice. She tosses them and a seven pops up. Cheers erupt.
"The angel of the table!" A young man said in his thick accent, probably northern. "Here to bring our fuckin' money back!" A big burly gentleman with a curved dagger at his side steps up.
"What's yer name lass? We gonna be drinking to it all night if you kin toss a few more sevens!"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 7, 2016 15:49:05 GMT -5
She smiled up at man, flushed with her first victory. She thought quickly "Rose. It was my mother's favourite flower."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 7, 2016 15:59:45 GMT -5
"Rose, rose, rose..." The chant goes up as she tosses again. An eleven comes up and everyone cheers. "Our fortunes rise!" The gangster shouted. "What you do for a living Rose?"
Leona sees some strange men walking down the stairs, these fellows looking far more traditionally dangerous. Most are missing teeth or the like and all are heavily armed. Presumably they are the owner's heaviest hitters.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 7, 2016 16:08:32 GMT -5
She forced herself away from the dodgy-looking strangers, focusing again on the game. "I...um..take in laundry," she blurted. It was the only respectable occupation she could think off of the top of her head, besides being a seamstress, and she just couldn't picture the seamstresses she knew going to gambling dens.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 7, 2016 17:54:25 GMT -5
"Laundry," the man repeats, "must be why mine is so expensive if you're gambling here!" He roared good naturedly. Her third roll is another seven and everyone goes wild. "Rose you're a fuckinghero!" Another man said. "What do you want to drink? Hurry now, nothing's too expensive for old Pol!" The killers walk in a slow circle and start cutting off exits in the room.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 7, 2016 18:08:39 GMT -5
Leona noticed and tugged on Beric's sleeve rather anxiously. "We have to get out of here," she whispered.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 7, 2016 18:12:39 GMT -5
"Too late for that," he responded casually. "Keep rolling." A final seven comes up and the house goes to call a break for the game.
"Time to shift shooters!" The gamers start protesting, demanding 'their Rose' be allowed to keep going. A strong hand grips Leona's shoulder.
"You busy?" The handsome man from earlier asks.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 7, 2016 18:24:42 GMT -5
She looked up at the handsome man. "Yes. I'm busy winning," she replied. Then, remembering "I never got my drink." She was nervous now but doing her best to appear calm.
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