Chaos Precip

Remy didn't often find himself with a free evening so to speak, being as how most the Thieves Guild were a nocturnal lot, but when he did find himself with time on his hands and no lady to help him spend it, well, he liked to play cards. A nice, friendly game of cards in the dim recesses of one of his favorite 'hole in the wall' bars. It was far enough from the water to avoid most of the 'tourist' trade, and patronized often enough by the Guild to carry a decent alcohol assortment.

They even had music most nights. Tonight there was a smokey, moody jazz band in the only well lit corner. Just the thing for a relaxing evening.

His table was mostly full and they were playing a high stakes game where cigarettes were the main betting tender. The group around the table wasn't even cheating much. Nothing like thieves on hand to keep men honest.

[Posted around New Orleans. Written in a neat architect's print but covered in splotches of salt water that make the ink ripple outward.]

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