Re: BRAWL!
Locke watched the men start to jump on his brother with a hint of amusement, then started to drag the pile of winnings toward himself.
"Hold it." It was the other gambler who had untangled himself from the fighting and now had his hand on Locke's wrist. "Split it fair."
"Fine, but I'm not giving that Gopher any." Locke wrinkled his nose, starting to dedicate money to its appropriate piles while grumbling.
The other stepped back as the doctor started cleaning the five men's clocks out with a a violent extravagance. "Yeah, I figgered out it were him that cheated." He held up a wrinkled four of clubs. The two hurriedly dove to the side as the table was suddenly upturned, chips, cards and coins scattering everywhere.
"You're not going to help him?" the other called over the din as another three men joined in the fight.
Locke bat a hand towards them. "Nah. He can take them all."
"It's seven... wait... eight on one now. Ain't happenin'."
Locke grinned widely. "Bet me!" He always won this bet. Then his eyes widened as he saw a man behind his brother pull a knife out of his pocket. "Excuse me," he said hurriedly, scooping up a chair smoothly and shattering it cleanly over the man, laying him low. He then hurriedly jumped back against the wall to stay out of the fight. He looked at the other gambler, frowning and holding a hand out. "That doesn't count! He had a knife." He folded his arms, frowning.
"Heh. Fine. I'll bet $50, barring knives and iron that he's not standing at the end of this."