Cian (thebettingsort) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-03-28 10:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !group thread, !npc: edgar chere, cian wilde, cormac hier, damia ravin |
Who: High Stakes Group
What: No limits gambling
Where: Warehouse 707 at the Docks
When: Starting at 11:30pm tonight
Rating: PG-13 for language, mark if higher
Status: idek!
Cian Wilde might have gotten himself banned from participation in the Ring, but tonight the warehouse that housed the matches was his domain. The area below was shadowed and empty, but tables were set up in the gallery and the bar was open. Tonight was for a more traditional sort of gaming; no risk of life or limb here, unless you got in too deep. Most of those present knew better than to test the host on that (for some of them, it was a matter of knowing better than to test him again). He looked around at the faces around the table, each carefully composed as drinks were distributed, cards were dealt. Familiar faces -- some he might almost call friend, others who were passing acquaintances to be encountered only in these specific circumstances. One stranger -- carefully vetted, but seemingly nothing more than a very rich man dissatisfied with the low limits offered in the Red Light casinos. Cian thought he might suit the group, though only experience would truly tell. He sipped at his weak beer, looking dispassionately at the cards dealt for his first hand, his neutral expression a contrast to the simmer of excitement he felt. He didn't give half a flying fuck what was going on outside the walls -- not his problem, not yet -- but this? This was much more relevant to his interests. Time to play. And, if lady luck was with him tonight, to win. |