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Outlaws: The Red Rose Gets its Petals Plucked in a Game of Cards
Red Rose was a bar in Western Side that only a few brave men and women chose to venture into. Once the private property of one Snidley Pridlash, the bar was still full of sympathizers and men who could easily stick a knife into your back.
Which is why, of course, they'd only send the best for the job. At least they thought.
Allard, Nomalanga's right hand man, didn't really know the people he had picked out for it, but he was a good judge of character just by a person's eyes and attitude, and so, the quiet peace of this small place and all it's terrible men was interrupted by five people dressed in their best cowboy attires, looking about as dangerous as everyone else inside. Granted, their eyes first drew to the only lady of the group, Aya (aka Sharp Shooter), but she was flocked only by Stacy's best; Ash (Aka Iron Hand), Mal (Aka Lonesome Cowboy), Eine (Aka Fire Hands) and Han Solo (aka Han Solo I mean Scoundrel). Did they really need those nicknames? No but you had to admit it sounded cool.
They had been dressed up to fit even more with the decor, sporting pairs of leather pants, spurs (they made the best noise) and a leather belt which held their guns, they looked as local as any of the other wild animals in this place. The musicians stopped for a minute, but once no one else tried to kill them, they continued.
The bar was modern, sleek and very steampunkish. Lovely ladies in tight clothing stood near the entrance, eying the men with approving gazes. There were rows of tables and wooden ones farther down all playing one game;
Poker.
And that's what they'd come in to do. There mission was to find information about Snidley by playing card games and beating the locals. There was word of a five man team that was unbeatable; A humanoid with four hands named Fingers, a Lion named Leo, a Meerkat named Tim, a robot named Bolts and a Warthog named Stinks.
The liquor was hard, and the game would probably last all day. And hell, if they managed to play good, they might actually walk away with this with not only information, but some money to boot.
[OOC- Just so you four know, I don't really know that much about Poker and it's going to be more about the CR and stuff with dramatic hands than real games of blackjack, so no worries if you don't either.]
Which is why, of course, they'd only send the best for the job. At least they thought.
Allard, Nomalanga's right hand man, didn't really know the people he had picked out for it, but he was a good judge of character just by a person's eyes and attitude, and so, the quiet peace of this small place and all it's terrible men was interrupted by five people dressed in their best cowboy attires, looking about as dangerous as everyone else inside. Granted, their eyes first drew to the only lady of the group, Aya (aka Sharp Shooter), but she was flocked only by Stacy's best; Ash (Aka Iron Hand), Mal (Aka Lonesome Cowboy), Eine (Aka Fire Hands) and Han Solo (aka Han Solo I mean Scoundrel). Did they really need those nicknames? No but you had to admit it sounded cool.
They had been dressed up to fit even more with the decor, sporting pairs of leather pants, spurs (they made the best noise) and a leather belt which held their guns, they looked as local as any of the other wild animals in this place. The musicians stopped for a minute, but once no one else tried to kill them, they continued.
The bar was modern, sleek and very steampunkish. Lovely ladies in tight clothing stood near the entrance, eying the men with approving gazes. There were rows of tables and wooden ones farther down all playing one game;
Poker.
And that's what they'd come in to do. There mission was to find information about Snidley by playing card games and beating the locals. There was word of a five man team that was unbeatable; A humanoid with four hands named Fingers, a Lion named Leo, a Meerkat named Tim, a robot named Bolts and a Warthog named Stinks.
The liquor was hard, and the game would probably last all day. And hell, if they managed to play good, they might actually walk away with this with not only information, but some money to boot.
[OOC- Just so you four know, I don't really know that much about Poker and it's going to be more about the CR and stuff with dramatic hands than real games of blackjack, so no worries if you don't either.]
Entering the bar
Re: Entering the bar
Being the only woman in this mission didn't phase her too much either. As cheesy as it was, the phrase "woman's intuition" was screaming to her. It may be what's needed to turn the tables in a testosterone laden environment like a seedy bar in Geartopia.
She tipped her hat to their opponents as she approached the table. Time to play some cards.
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Right, right. Poker. Get dibs on this Snidely no good guy. He got it.
He was just... getting used to his surroundings, that's all! A little reconnaissance. They'd get to their little game soon enough, right?
"Hey, Sharp Shooter." He beckoned the other blonde with a smirk. "Ol' Iron Hand's got another hand free," He gestured and patted his thigh with his appropriately named iron hand, "If you want to join."
Yes, Aya, Ash even winked.
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"I think your hands are better holding cards. Besides, your lady here might get jealous."
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At that the lady on his leg leaned over to whisper something in his ear, which illicited varying and amusing facial expressions from Ash, leaving only to the imagination what little things she was whispering into his ear. Then she got up, winked, and left, leaving Ash alone. For now.
"See, look what you did."
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"Gun, check. Holster secure, check..." she murmured, mostly to herself.
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Well, The sooner they dealt with this, the sooner he could get back to not having to deal with it. All they had to do was beat some idiots at a game of cards. Although the Greeed was a tad bit perturbed by the women looking at them, and in fact looked back with a look of bewilderment. What the hell did they want?
Eh, maybe he could just ignore them. And back to his 'teammates;' "Come on, let's get this done already."
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They were, however, part of Han's life for the past few years. He still wasn't a huge team player, but there was something the scoundrel didn't mind doing, and that was playing cards. After a little readup on the game, he declared it much easier than Sabacc and figured it would be therapeutic to send a few goons away losing everything. Hell it's what he did best as a scoundrel. The gun in his hostler was definitely not the type that had been given in this world, and his own. He gave an approving look at the ladies, before walking coolly to the table where their victims were.
He took a seat, not even asking, not too upright nor too lazy. Gave the other men a look that dared them to say anything about it, his hand on his holster.
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"And what do you know?" He asked, eventually following the guy to the appropriate table. Not that he had any experience with these kinds of places, but it wasn't as if he was totally lost in the water on what to do. Shingo had play poker before his friends from the police department, and it was simply a matter of peering into his memories for a bit to get a grasp on the game.
He quirked an eyebrow at the assembly of opponents before rolling his eyes and taking his own seat.
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He just worried about how many they were going to have to shoot to keep the winnings, and how much trouble that would bring down on their heads.
"He knows not to look like you're the law in a place that don't take kindly to it," he pointed out to the kid, finding 'Fire Hands' discomfort amusing. The way the younger man was reacting to the attentions being thrown his way was far too much like Mal's own medic for him to escape the captain's amusement. "Just give a nice smile for the ladies, and make sure their hands aren't going anywhere near a gun or your wallet, and I promise they won't bite unless you pay 'em."