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Post by Prince on Jul 24, 2006 2:54:23 GMT -5
Place your bets here!
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Post by pieeater on Sept 28, 2006 14:34:59 GMT -5
Pie Eater was 3rd in line. He looked at the few coins in his hand then clenched them in a tight fist. He was not a gambler- especially when it was so much chance. He had no idea how to read horse specs either but desperate times for desperate measures. He sold poorly the past few days and his new shoes sent him to the bottom. This was just another way to possibly make some quick cash so he could pay rent, buy papes, and still eat dinner that night. To bad Race wasn't with him maybe he could help? Sweat rolled down his temple as he stepped up to the small window and dropped his coins on the counter.
"Uhh.." He stammered, "all on Behave Yourself for the win" within a few seconds a small paper was handed back to him, his bet neatly written on it.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 28, 2006 16:49:05 GMT -5
Lucky leaned over his shoulder and smirked a bit. "Heh.. that's a chancey bet," she whispered, glancing at him sideways. Bets were always chaney, she liked the odds. She tucked her cigarette behind her ear and watched Pie Eater causiously. "Hopefully lady luck is with you today.." Cause she'd deffinetly been with Lucky.
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Post by pieeater on Sept 28, 2006 17:44:14 GMT -5
Pie raised an eyebrow and looked at his paper for a moment. "Ya think?" he asked, this really was way out of his league and thanks to this girl he was feeling even more unsure about it. "Well what are ya bettin'? No horse stands out in da specs..." He tried to sound like he understood it but trailed off timidly at the end. He took a deep breath and wiped at his face - this was too much stress for him.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 28, 2006 19:18:58 GMT -5
She smiled brightly, "I bet, made out pretty clean ta say the least." She didn't say how much she'd won, but it was enough to not have to sell any papes for a good while. And THAT made her happy, she wasn't the best newsie in the world, but she was a great gambler. She patted his shoulder a bit. "Dun worry bout it.. if the odds aren't in youre favor.. and ya win.. ya make out big.."
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Post by pieeater on Sept 28, 2006 20:06:58 GMT -5
"Ha" He said somewhat defeated and shrugged his shoulder to get her hand off (he was always a little jumpy around new people) "better hope dey are - or I ain't eatin' again.." Living on your own could be real hell. he pushed the paper in his pocket and strolled away from the bet window to an empty wall and leaned against it to wait for his race. "Ya do this a lot? Bettin' I mean..an winnin'?"
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 28, 2006 20:29:10 GMT -5
she shrugged as she watched him, deffinaflty not offended that he'd shrugged her off. "Depends on the day... I bet cause its in me blood, but, winnin' its all a game a chance... sometimes ya do, sometimes ya don't.." she grabbed her cigarette and dug in her pocket for a match, not finding one she sighed and put it back. ".. I lucked out today.. wont have ta sell for awhile.."
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Post by pieeater on Sept 29, 2006 15:40:14 GMT -5
"Sell?" He questioned and looked her over again. "What do ya sell? Unfortunatly I sell newspapers right now.." He sighed, down by his rotten stroke of luck recently. Life on the street was always a series of ups and downs. "Hopefully i'll 'ave da privilage of not selling either" he felt the ticket in his pocket then stuck his hand out. "Pie Eater by the way.." He flashed her a friendly smile
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 29, 2006 16:15:39 GMT -5
she looked at his hand a long while before she conseded and shook his hand. "They call me Lucky... and I sell those too. Not all that good at it, " she smirked and brushed her hair from her shoulders. Wishing to god she had a light. She shrugged a bit. Oh well. "If you were thinkin' I sold somethin' less savory I might be a tinge upset."
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Post by pieeater on Sept 29, 2006 18:56:48 GMT -5
Pie's eyes popped and he immediately blushed - he would never be so bold to ever make an accusation like that. "No No! I didn't - thats not - "He stammered obviously embarrassed. He wasn't the best with girls in the first place or sarcasm (people like Race and Jack often cracked jokes which just floated above his head). For being so big he sure was naive. "I wasn't implin' anythin'!" He finally spit out and looked at his feet. At times like this it would be nice to have Jake or Specs or someone a little more bold and witty at his side. "Sorry Lucky.." he mumbled cursing himself inwardly.
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 29, 2006 20:31:20 GMT -5
She tried to keep her face stoic but a smile broke and she started to laugh. She couldnt' help it, poor boy. She held her stomach as it began to ache a bit, and her face turned red before she finally managed to pull herself together.
"Dont' appologize.. it was my fault.." she tried to catch her breath. "I tend ta think the worst of people for the most part. I didn't mean ta take offence, it's a habit." she chuckled and shook her head. Oh boy, she'd definantly have to share this story with Sneaks and probably Trigger. It was just to amusing not to. ".. Let's start again. I'm a gambler by nature, but i sell papes now and again.."
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Post by pieeater on Sept 29, 2006 22:00:04 GMT -5
Pie Eater was bright red by this time. In his mind he wanted to just walked away and pretend they had never met but again he was never bold enough for such actions so he just stood there and felt ridiculous. He gave her a weak smile after the re-introduction staying silent for several moments.
"Yeah..well race is startin' soon...need seats.."He started towards the stands but looked back at her "ya can join me if ya want...maybe rub some of yer luck off on me..?"
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Post by Lucky Volpecillia on Sept 29, 2006 22:13:33 GMT -5
Lucky watched him a long while, she'd emberessed him thoroughly and felt a tiny bit guilty about that. She looked at him a moment before she brushed some stray strands of hair from her face and nodded.
"Alright, doubt I'll be much help in the luck department, but I'll do what I can." she walked over to him, and gave him an appologetic smile. She couldn't help what she was, but she could at least TRY to be nice after she'd emberessed him so bad.
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Post by pieeater on Oct 2, 2006 20:13:08 GMT -5
He smiled and made his way to the threshold where the track was visible. The stands weren't even close to being full but he didn't sit down. As long as he was standing he would be able to make a quick retreat if possible - if it be due to embarrassment or sheer frustration from loosing what little he had.
After making himself comfortable leaning on the wall he started to talk without looking at her. "Ya live in Queens? Or jus' over here ta gamble like me so ya can hide in shame if ya loose?"
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Post by maggie on Nov 27, 2006 8:49:05 GMT -5
<<new day>>
Maggie was looking over the current odds for the horses. She was still trying to figure out this whole racing thing--they didn't have formalized racing back in San Fran...just drunken men who hopped on horses in all out drag races. Or the occasional robber who took off after robbing a bank.
Pushing her brown curly locks out of her face, she bit her lip. Looked like 'Give 'em Hell' was a pretty good bet. She pulled out her money, counting careful, before placing a bet.
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(c)Red
