Cian (thebettingsort) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-08-17 11:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !group thread, altair laurent, charity laroque, cian wilde, cormac hier, damia ravin, ofelia zhou, redwald vannes |
Who: High Stakes Group (Altair, Charity, Cian, Cormac, Damia, Fee, Red)
What: No limits gambling
Where: Warehouse 707 at the Docks
When: Starting at 11pm on Saturday, going into Sunday
Rating: PG-13 for language, mark if higher
Status: Complete!
[[OOC: Feel free to make subthreads for any combination of characters - and Cian's available if you want to thread with him, just let me know! Feel free to thread before the game starts, during the break in the middle, or after when everyone's heading home - just timestamp!]]
So far, it was shaping up to be a damned good night, at least partially because the sucker Ash had found for him seemed to take ineptitude to a whole new level. He bluffed like a teenager, talked himself up, and lost ridiculous amounts without letting it break his stride. The lone mage among them had folded ages ago, choosing conversation and alcohol over the game - unexpectedly frugal, for him - and the others were doing about as well as usual, which was to say, no one had yet lost their metaphorical pants. Well, the night was young yet, and Cian Wilde was here to clean up. The silent and discreet dealer kept the cards coming, and the piles of gil being shoved around on the table weren't for the faint of heart. There were a few breaks scheduled in the night - for smoking, conversation, raiding the unmanned bar. They'd be here into the early hours of the morning, but what was time when Lady Luck beckoned? |