The Warring States of NPF - View Single Post - The Silver Beetle Blues: 1920s Gangster RP

batgirl · 03-15-2010, 07:36 PM

With The Silver Beetle being as busy as it was, Jules had her hands full at her packed table. Between keeping her eyes on the drunks, the patrons' respective piles of chips, and her own cards, she was multitasking with the best of them. But then again, multitasking was what she did best and the three things she was keeping an eye on was why Art hired her in the first place. A half drank cranberry vodka sat at her right elbow and a cigarette hung out of her mouth as she flourished and shuffled the cards fast enough to make the players' heads spin. She cut the cards and surveyed the scene before she dealt the next game. The fat businessman to her left had accumulated a large enough pile of chips for her liking, so it was time to slowly break away at his small mountain. Sure, she'd let him keep enough to make him a small profit, but she'd skimmed enough off of all of the 7 men at her table to make Art a nice haul for the night. She stubbed her cigarette out in the ashtray next to her drink and smiled, her dark red lips parting to reveal her enticingly white teeth.

"Now boys, what shall we play for our next game?" The large Irish man sitting in the middle chugged his beer and gave her a rotten toothed grin which bespoke of his desire to get lucky tonight with Jules. "Oy, dealer's choice aye?" The others clinked their glasses in approval, "yea dealer's choice!"

"You pick lovely Jules!"

"Boys you flatter me," she said as she saluted them with a raise of her glass, taking a small sip. "Texas Hold' Em, no pre-flop raises, and don't forget my cardinal rule," she raised her finger and the men answered, "you muck, you're fucked!" They answered in unison. She smiled and nodded, beginning her dealings, her manicured red nails flicking cards with practiced ease, her briain carefully counting the cards, ensuring that the large man would get the best hands for the first 3 rounds or so, and then lose badly once he starting upping his bets; losing to her of course. She caught Art out of the corner of her eye, and winked ever so slightly in his direction. It would be a profitable night for both of them.

03-15-2010, 07:36 PM	#3
batgirl Aim for the top! Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: The Infield Posts: 2,583	With The Silver Beetle being as busy as it was, Jules had her hands full at her packed table. Between keeping her eyes on the drunks, the patrons' respective piles of chips, and her own cards, she was multitasking with the best of them. But then again, multitasking was what she did best and the three things she was keeping an eye on was why Art hired her in the first place. A half drank cranberry vodka sat at her right elbow and a cigarette hung out of her mouth as she flourished and shuffled the cards fast enough to make the players' heads spin. She cut the cards and surveyed the scene before she dealt the next game. The fat businessman to her left had accumulated a large enough pile of chips for her liking, so it was time to slowly break away at his small mountain. Sure, she'd let him keep enough to make him a small profit, but she'd skimmed enough off of all of the 7 men at her table to make Art a nice haul for the night. She stubbed her cigarette out in the ashtray next to her drink and smiled, her dark red lips parting to reveal her enticingly white teeth. "Now boys, what shall we play for our next game?" The large Irish man sitting in the middle chugged his beer and gave her a rotten toothed grin which bespoke of his desire to get lucky tonight with Jules. "Oy, dealer's choice aye?" The others clinked their glasses in approval, "yea dealer's choice!" "You pick lovely Jules!" "Boys you flatter me," she said as she saluted them with a raise of her glass, taking a small sip. "Texas Hold' Em, no pre-flop raises, and don't forget my cardinal rule," she raised her finger and the men answered, "you muck, you're fucked!" They answered in unison. She smiled and nodded, beginning her dealings, her manicured red nails flicking cards with practiced ease, her briain carefully counting the cards, ensuring that the large man would get the best hands for the first 3 rounds or so, and then lose badly once he starting upping his bets; losing to her of course. She caught Art out of the corner of her eye, and winked ever so slightly in his direction. It would be a profitable night for both of them.