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Post by Prince on Jul 24, 2006 3:12:51 GMT -5
The Brooklyn lodging house is known to be the hot spot for a good game of poker, or any gambling for that matter!
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Post by spotconlon on Jan 5, 2007 14:12:03 GMT -5
Spot was playing a game of pool by himself, mulling over the disappearance of Jack and what it might mean for New York. Spot would never admit it to anyone, but he was going to miss the dolt. Just a little bit...and well..he was going to miss him more when Spot had to start dealing with David. The 'walking mouth suckup'. He chuckled, pocketing the 8 ball.
Time to start another game.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Jan 5, 2007 14:37:04 GMT -5
Red came into the game room, leaning against the door frame. His eyes watched Spot as he finished the first game, watching him set up the second. He had heard about Jack leaving, and thought it was a good thing for Cowboy, but well...They'd see how it played out for everyone else.
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Post by spotconlon on Jan 5, 2007 17:46:42 GMT -5
Spot didn't look up from the table as he racked the balls. "...you seem to have disappeared from the face of the eath' Red...where tha hell ya been.."
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Post by Collin Russiani on Jan 5, 2007 18:17:55 GMT -5
"Workin things out, Spot." Red's hands were in his pockets. "I didn't think I should come back until I figured everything out. I wasn't myself. Damn scary thought."
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Post by spotconlon on Jan 5, 2007 18:26:57 GMT -5
Spot raised an eyebrow. "...and whatcha get sorted out, Reddy? Got rid of the bitch of a girl and babies?" He chuckled. HE had always hated Fancy for her inability to say anything that didn't sound like it came from a cow.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Jan 5, 2007 18:28:32 GMT -5
"Fancy is gone as gone can be." Red nodded, but shrugged at the mention of the kids. "I don't have them, if that's what you're asking. But I can't just forget about them, now can I? It wouldn't be right. They didn't do a thing to me. Their damn mother did."
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Post by spotconlon on Jan 5, 2007 18:33:18 GMT -5
Spot shrugged. "Butcha never gonna see them, are ya? You just gotta give up on them." He threw the other a cue. "..come on...break." He wasn't one to deal with the Fancy drama. It is what it was.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Jan 5, 2007 18:35:49 GMT -5
"You're underestimating me. I don't give up on my kids." He caught the cue and walked forward, setting it up. His eyes narrowed a bit, before he broke the set. "Can't I get a little more credit?"
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Post by spotconlon on Jan 5, 2007 18:38:29 GMT -5
Spot looked up at him, his even. "...Red...have you forgotten who you are talking to? If you want sympathy or credit go to your 'mommy' and 'daddy' the cop and his wife." He chuckled. He wasn't one to give anyone credit.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Jan 5, 2007 18:40:42 GMT -5
Red smirked and nodded. "Well that does it. I'm home." If Spot had said much else, he would have been shocked. "How have things been, leadah?"
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Post by spotconlon on Jan 5, 2007 18:43:07 GMT -5
Spot shrugged. "Boring." He set up a shot and knocked two balls in.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Jan 5, 2007 18:45:08 GMT -5
Red raised an eyebrow. "Really?" He picked up the next one that came his way. "Seems the only news round is Jack then." He said it calmly, shrugging.
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Post by spotconlon on Jan 5, 2007 18:57:41 GMT -5
Spot shrugged. "'parently that Aria lady or whatever is fat as hell." That was his way of saying he was really pregnant.
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Post by Collin Russiani on Jan 5, 2007 19:01:45 GMT -5
Red nodded, smirking a bit. "I wouldn't doubt it, really." He carefully set up a shot and took two. He hadn't played in a while, but it was coming back to him. Slowly.
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(c)Red
