"Fuck right off, the lot of you," she finally responded, giving the cuffs a good hard tug against the radiator to stress
test them, which clanged loudly.
"You're all pissing about when you could be training." Another hard clang.
"Improving." Clang.
"Preparing for your future duties."
Unfortunately, both the cuffs and the radiator seemed pretty damn solid.
"You're all so fucked when I get out of here."
Colt let out a chuckle.
"You eat pork Marcia?" He let the question stew for a second in the girl's mind.
"Bout a century ago my Great-Grand Diddy Levi Pirian played the mayor of a small town then called Chikataw for his hog ranch. Won it after a long night of poker, and nowadays about a third of the hog-meat rationed to the Guard comes from historical Chikataw. Pirian's playing poker has kept food in the bellies of the Guard for generations." Or so the legend went. The distribution of hog to the guard was true, but a well-kept secret of the Pirians was that the deal had actually been negotiated the night before the very public poker game. Still, the legend was well known in Vel Numera, and even told in
Vel Anir proper.
That distraction was enough to make
Blake forget about
Kilien's flask entirely, and instead she wiggled her empty shot glass in the air at Limont.
"Oi, do we get refills? I want this to be fun."
Somewhat recovered after a couple hands of poker Limont was on the move after potential profit.
"Just a crown a shot lo- Blake. Shall I put you down for two?"
She turned back and glared at Colt. "That didn't feel like no hitting." Her scowl intensified as she sat back down with soggy arms crossed over her chest.
Colt winked.
Dark eyes watched the exchange between @
Colt Pirian and @
Lucinda. They glittered with something dangerous as she flicked one of the many knives on her person at Colt with an expert hand that had over a decade of practice when something meant life or death on the streets. A ravenous precision.
If it hit, it would be a sharp, thin stinging red line across his right cheekbone...not the butt cheeks. Shallow and not lasting.
A warning.
By sheer happen stance, things took a turn far worse then they should have. Colt leaned down and to his right to enjoy a puff of his cigar. Instead of the knife grazing his cheek it instead went straight through his hat, carrying it off his head and planting itself firmly in the wall behind Colt.
The tension in the room could be cut by, well, a knife.
"Round of drinks, on the house!" Limont scrambled, trying to ease the scene. His voice trembled slightly. He might have been a Dreadlord Initiate, but everyone here knew there were tiers of strength. In this confined room? With these players? His only hope was escape.
Limont took a bottle of whisky and topped everyone's glasses. And when he topped, he
topped. What might have normally fit a single shot was closer to a double, maybe more. If
Blake, or anyone else, had purchased a drink between rounds he would bring and top a new glass. Limont finished and Colt kept his silence a little longer without touching his new spoils.
"Now now, we don't need to get so excited." Colt spoke.
"We've got more hands to play, and not the stakes for this kind of air." He looked over at
Norah .
"If it pleases the lady I shall do no more then asked, or 'invited' as you prefer." Colt responded. In fact, this wasn't a change from his previous state, as
Lucinda had asked in a way. A fact he wouldn't bring to attention, but could of course be puzzled.
The final cards were played and
Takoda placed his own down,
"I believe I win do I not?"
"Well played Tak." Colt said before helping facilitate the transfer of the pot to
Takoda.
Kilien Basmarc would deal cards. Colt glanced the pretty sight of the two of hearts and the two of clubs. Both were decorated with twins who could be booked in unison for the right price. Colt smiled in an artistic appreciation, but it was a terrible hand.
"I'll fold." Colt said and put down his cards.
"Not my night tonight it seems." He said, then took a sip of his whiskey.
OOC:
Doing some extra damage this round because
1. Tahi rolled a nat 20
2. To get us broker quicker
