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You bet your arse I am! OOC: Opening brain. Roll+Weird. Highlighted. (Rolled: 2d6-1. Rolls: 3, 5. Total: 7)
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Not. Fekin'. Bad. Not bad at all. There might've been a time when I passed the fek out on top of a woman — but this ain't one of them. We finished the first round, finished the shite stuff, went for round two, cracked open the good stuff, started r…
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Yeah, we can fade to black. I'm hopin' my skills in the sack will keep her hands away from those needles, and planted firmly on my body... OOC: Seducing Isle. Roll+Hot. (Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 6, 6. Total: 15)
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Uh... I guess? Am I in danger of accidentally sticking myself? Is Isle lookin' like she might stick me when I ain't payin' attention? That'd a different story... I laugh at Isle's comment, surprised that she's so interested in tearing me down a no…
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That ain't so bad... It looks painful as all fek, but it's not much different from Marigold's tats, or Sash's freckles. It's a distraction, at best, if you let it be. I rip the rest of my clothes off, put a hand at the base of her neck, and pull awa…
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Lover... I had no idea Isle was so sentimental. She's full of surprises, I guess. A morbid curiosity nags at me in Rothschild's voice. Surprises. Those needles... They are not my preferred form of relaxation. I guess nobody's forced me to do nothin'…
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Well I'll tell you the first thing I do — lock and bolt that fekin' door! I don't trust folks in my own joint — why the blazin' hell would I trust anyone here? Anyways, I lock up, and make my way into the room — lookin' to get my bearings. I'll put…
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I smile. "I never woulda thought otherwise!"
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I throw my hands up in surrender, before noddin' and pounding back the rest of my drink. "Alright, alright... You do you, yeah?" I stand up, feelin' pretty good from the buzz. "You good to leave tomorrow? Payment as soon as we make it to the Diamond…
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I shrug, "If that deal goes through, they won't even have a way of knowing it was me. Fat Man apparently does want in on the Irons, but wot the fek do I care? If he's gunna come, he's gunna come... If you've gotta snuff out Dremmer, then you need op…
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Dremmer... Wasn't that the owner of the pit? I take another sip of my drink, and chuckle at the idea of turnin' shite into pudding... Shite pudding. I shrug indifferently when she volunteers to help with the sub-warden. "I'd already worked out a de…
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My face goes sideways at Cinch's first sentence — I dunno who she thinks said what, or who has a shotgun, but it don't matter. "Gettin' drunk's better than stompin' some arsehole's face in for reasons that don't affect you." I grab my drink from th…
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I laugh, and take a bow. "Doctor's orders... Well, JD's orders. Never mess with a man wielding a shotgun." I order a bottle of the Bartender's finest, and a pair of glasses of whatever Cinch is drinkin' — one for her, and one for me. "I've been stab…
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I'm distracted by the sight of Isle's backside for a moment, but when she's out of sight, I turn my attentions back to Cinch.
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The thought of Isle thinking Cinch would take her up on that offer puts a smile on my face. I slip Isle my share of the room fees for the night, and the bottle of booze. "Go ahead and grab us a room — I'll be up in a few with another bottle of the g…
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Believe it or not, I had an ex-zon girl workin' my floors for a few months — a temporary gig while she worked out some shite with Last about a baby. She didn't look the type that had a baby, but I don't ask questions when folks are working shite out…
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I shrug a wordless apology as Isle pulls me away from the conversation. I pay him on the shoulder one more time, and point at him as I follow Isle out. "The Diamond. I can't help folks if they don't ask — come find me." Then I turn back to Isle, an…
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No witnesses? Does he not know Marigold lived? Probably best I don't bring that up... I guess I can't hire folks to hit rich targets crossing through Iron territory, and get mad when they accidentally hit one of mine. He don't wanna explain, yet he…
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I stand there, gape-mouthed, and blazebrained as Gigg unloads that tale on me. I hold a hand up when he's done, asking about those forks... "No... No, you keep 'em." I never fekin' used 'em much anyway, and my clientele has done nothing but sink int…
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At first, I'm more interested out of curiosity — one eye on the door, as they say — but the mention of the Borax Bus, and his involvement with Ziggy's roadblock, brings my attention square onto the conversation. There's a shiteload of information b…
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... That's my fekin' forks... Questions bubble up through the wave of confusion. "Yeah... How the fek did you get your hands on those? Are those mine?" Seems highly unlikely Gigg would have a duped set handy like that.
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I laugh. Now I know she's thinking's about some other night... "See ya, Roth. Tell June I'm hurt she don't come 'round no more... Wounded even. She was one of my last clean customers." And the jingle didn't hurt... I push off the bar, and look over …
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I stay quiet and listen as she tells the story... If we're being honest, very few ladies out here don't have a scar of one type or another — physical or mental. Even someone as beautiful as Sierra has her issues, and I ain't no different. What I'm…
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Wot the everlovin' fek is that supposed to mean? ... "Wot the everlovin' fek is that supposed to mean?
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I leave a message with the bartender, to let Cinch know that I've decided to take in the sights for the day — and that I'll catch her here tomorrow if she's still 'round. Beats me if he'll deliver it, but I can find my own way back if Cinch thinks I…
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Halfsies? ... Yeah, Halfsies I can do. A night in high-luxury wouldn't really leave me much in the way of extra jingle — but I've got orders to loosen the fek up and enjoy myself this trip out. Come back clear headed. I don't intend to let the folks…
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Rule #1 of travellin' in the wastes of the valley, kiddos — never carry more jingle than you care to lose. "Some. Why?" I'm tryin' not to let that comment 'bout bein' the sexiest guy she's seen in a while go to my head — I ain't lookin' to get play…
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I step out of the dark, dank pit into the scorching valley air, and I flinch as the mid-day sunlight burns a hole in my eyes. I mentioned I don't get out much, yeah? I make my way over to the nearest patch of shade, and…
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Hmm... Isle, huh? Not bad, for a shite hole like this — not that she belongs here. Come to think of it, I don't feel like bein' in here no more... It feels like work. I smile back at Isle, and nod over to the door, inviting her to join me... I feel …
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I look down at the bottle between us, and think back to gettin' robbed. The sense of betrayal has been rubbed raw recently, and I can't bring myself to let it go. "I think you're rememberin' a different night than me..." I stand up, leavin' the bott…