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Tweak says, "and doggone it people like me!"

Tricia Hauer (callmetricia) wrote in thatjazz,
@ 2008-07-22 15:23:00

Current mood:	angry
Entry tags:	club open, john, nathan, tricia

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Tonight, Tricia is determined to leave her curiosity at the door. It's a professional weakness not to want to incriminate the Fury in her investigation, but she can't help it.

Tonight, she's going to relax. She dances to a few tunes, then joins a card game. You rarely get sharped on at the Fury, and when you do you can be sure that the unfortunate soul won't be doing it again, not here.

The game progresses nicely until the hick that's been losing since the beginning decides that it's her fault rather than that of his bad luck and poor decisions. Alcohol makes him much louder than necessary and she starts to wonder, during a particularly loud and insulting tirade of his, whether he'll be stupid enough to raise a hand against her. That would be sure to get him the Broderick from a bouncer.

She's not afraid; the Fury looks out for its customers. She's annoyed, though, quickly growing into irritated and then plain angry, and she stands up, leans close to the palooka, and quietly hisses, "The only reason you've been losing is because you're a fool, and a drunken fool at that. I don't sharp, and nobody would need to cheat to beat you at cards."

The guy obviously doesn't take that kindly and shoots to his feet, nearly foaming at the mouth. "Ain't nobody calls me drunk, roundheels."

That's when somebody steps in.

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	callmetricia 2008-09-17 05:34 pm UTC (link)
	"Thanks," she says about the ashtray, and uses it rather than drop ashes on the floor. "It is, actually," she answers, but isn't going to go into details, not with somebody she hardly knows. "You ever bartended anywhere but here?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	filler_up 2008-09-17 06:10 pm UTC (link)
	He accepts the change of subject gracefully, the point isn't to worm any trade secrets out of her, it's to get her to relax, which seems to be working. "Yeah, some. Mostly at other joints on the other side of town, 'til I got good enough to hire on here." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	callmetricia 2008-09-17 06:15 pm UTC (link)
	"No, I mean some other town," Tricia specifies, leaning her chin on a curled fist, elbow on the counter, perfectly traced eyebrows raised at Nathan. "Clients have gotta be different from one city to the next." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

filler_up
2008-09-17 07:30 pm UTC (link)

"Ah." He shakes his head. "Not so much. Some in Detroit and Toledo, but that was before they cracked down on the gin joints." He takes another drag on his cigarette as he ponders the rest of your question.

"And, clients there were much like clients here. As long as they got their drinks on time, and they weren't watered-down piss, excuse my language, then they were happy enough."

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callmetricia
2008-09-18 05:20 am UTC (link)

"Don't worry about language," she chastises him on a tone that implies he should know better than to think she can't hear that kind of language, or even on occasion use it herself.

She sips on her cocktail, looking thoughtfully off in the distance. "I'd have thought the difference was perceptible to you as well. Every town's got a different personality, it reflects on its inhabitants." She frowns slightly. "No, that's not right. It's the people feeding in to the town's personality." She smiles, a smile that might be thought to be slightly self-conscious for someone who didn't know her. "Stop me if I start rambling. Please."

Words pushing on the edge of her consciousness, articles waiting to be written. She tends to let herself get carried away, sometimes, when she's on edge. About everything but what she's on edge about, obviously.

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