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Post by Derek Cahill on Apr 26, 2010 22:41:43 GMT -5
*NEW DAY* Derek laid his cards on the table as he studied the other men sitting at the table. He'd had a lot on his mind since they'd arrived back in New York and he used poker to help him relax. It helped that he was excellent at judging what card was going to be dealt to him. He'd always had a head for math, hell he had a head for just about anything. That's what made him so useful to this group. Although Derek had grown up with well to do parents and had gone to an elite school growing up, he'd lost it all in the blink of an eye. His thirst for revenge had brought him to Five Points and the people he currently took up residence with. He was an excellent asset and they were his saving grace. |
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jan 15, 2011 23:08:28 GMT -5
*NEW DAY* The walk to Raconteur's was silent, but Fighter didn't mind. It was a nice night out and she enjoyed the companionable silence more then she would have a full conversation. That's why she would've never fit in in any other borough. Brooklyn people didn't need to fill the quiet with useless sentences and it was a quality she deeply appreciated in them. When they reached the building she pushed open the door, holding it slightly so Banshee could walk through before she continued on. She glanced around before making her way towards the billiards room. Fighter didn't bother to make sure Banshee was following her, she figured he would be. When she found a table with two empty seats she sat down and glanced around for the waitress. She gave the woman a smirk before asking for a bottle of whiskey to be brought over. The woman lifted an eyebrow at her request but didn't push. Fighter signaled that she would need two glasses before turning towards the tables occupants. She hadn't noticed before, but she knew one of the men from somewhere she just couldn't place him. It was starting to bother her a little and she continued to stare at him for a moment before snapping out of it and turning her attention back to Banshee. "Ready to lose your money to a girl?" She asked with a smirk. |
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Jan 16, 2011 20:12:52 GMT -5
Banshee followed Fighter to a table and sat down across from her, smirking slightly as the waitress went to get the requested bottle and glasses. He noticed her gaze roam the room and wondered, not for the first time that evening, if she were avoiding someone, or if she was just one of those people that had to know who was around her at all times. He shrugged. None of his business either way, he guessed, though he did take note of the way her gaze lingered on a man seated across the room.
Settling back in his chair, he pulled out his matches and set them in the center of the table with a slight nod. No sense making her ask for them all night....
Banshee let out a chuckle. "I'm no' ready t' lose my money t' anyone, lad or lass, but if I gotta lose it at all, I'd just as soon lose it t' yourself...." He smirked and gave her a wink. "Least then I'll know where to go for a loan, yeah?"
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jan 16, 2011 20:38:55 GMT -5
She smirked when Banshee set the matches between them and nodded her thanks as she waited for her drink. The dealer began to pass out the cards when she signaled that they were ready. "You'll know where to ask, whose to say I'll actually help you out?"
There was a twinkle in her eye that showed that she was joking for the most part. When the waitress came back with the bottle and glasses, Fight sighed in relief and gave her a cheeky grin. She poured a glass for herself and raised it to her lips swallowing back a mouthful. Her eyes narrowed for a second when she saw the man she recognized staring at her. She wished she could remember his name but she just shrugged it off and turned back to her cards. She pulled out two and set them on the table, signaling for two more.
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Jan 17, 2011 22:16:51 GMT -5
Banshee rolled his eyes with a short laugh. “An’ here I thought we were gettin’ on so well,” he said with a shake of his head as he gathered the cards that were dealt to him. When the waitress returned with the bottle, he waited for Fighter to pour her shot before pouring out his own and tossing it back nearly as quick. He studied his cards before glancing up to see what she was going to do. Noticing her narrowed gaze, he followed it to find the man she had been watching was now watching her in return. Raising his brow slightly, he thought about asking her if something was wrong, but figured if she wanted him to know, she’d explain.
He watched as she traded in two of her cards before glancing back at his own and laying three down. Picking up his new cards, he studied his hand for a moment before glancing up to see that the man’s eyes were still on Fighter. A brief frown crossed his lips, but he remained silent, instead pouring first Fighter, then himself, another shot.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jan 19, 2011 20:05:57 GMT -5
Fighter quirked an eyebrow at Banshee, "Who says we were gettin' on? Maybe that's just how I treat everyone I drink with." She gave him a cocky smirk and glanced at her cards. She had a crappy hand and had to silently thank her uncle for all of his lessons on bluffing. Her face gave away nothing but her eyes lit up with excitement.
She ignored the feeling that someone was staring at her because she figured it was the man who looked so familiar to her. When Banshee poured her another drink, she raised her glass in a silent thank you and downed the contents before pulling out a cigarette. She didn't light the cigarette right away, but instead rolled it between her fingers as she studied the other occupants at the table.
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Post by Finn Gallagher on Jan 19, 2011 20:08:12 GMT -5
Finn recognized her the moment she walked in the door and he couldn't help but study her and her friend as they made their way to a poker table and ordered a bottle of alcohol. He snorted wondering how they were going to pay for that. He didn't exactly feel animosity towards the girl but with Celine around tonight he knew things would get interesting. With that thought in mind he looked around the room, searching for Celine's familiar figure. When his eyes finally landed on her he motioned for her to come closer. He couldn't wait to stir up a bit of trouble it had been far too long.
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Jan 19, 2011 22:41:57 GMT -5
Banshee shook his head with an exaggerated sigh. “Knows how t’ make a person feel special, she does,” he said sarcastically to no one in particular, though his smirk was directed towards Fighter.
He downed his own shot as he continued to study his cards, though his mind was only half on the game itself. There was a tension in the room that he was trying to sort out, without much luck. With a slight shrug, he settled back in his chair, waiting to see how the evening unfolded, both in the game and away from it.
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Post by celine on Jan 19, 2011 23:05:35 GMT -5
Celine moved when she was called over, setting her chin on Finn's shoulder as she draped her arms over him quirking a brow after a moment. "What do you need me for, cher?" though she still grinned, her eyes were sharp and almost dark. Trouble was something they were good at, why anyone would come to Racs anymore and not expect it was beyond the french woman.
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Post by Finn Gallagher on Jan 20, 2011 15:08:28 GMT -5
Finn pointed towards the girl who captured his attention, "You know who she is, lass?" He smirked, not able to contain his excitement over what Celine's reaction is going to be. He seriously needed some good entertainment tonight but he never expected it to be this kind of entertainment. Finn knew Celine had already been to see Scar since they'd been back and this would not only stir up trouble here but it would stir trouble with her that bastard.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on Jan 20, 2011 20:21:30 GMT -5
Fighter just smirked in reply to Banshee's banter as she lifted her glass to her lips. She knew she was still being stared at, but she had decided to ignore it in favor of not getting kicked out for starting a fight. She was sure though if the guy didn't knock it off he was going to be in serious pain when she was through with him. She set the half-full glass down on the table so she could push her hair back off of her face.
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Post by Banshee O'Hara on Jan 20, 2011 22:49:48 GMT -5
Banshee poured another shot, but didn't drink it yet. Instead he dug out a cigarette and lit it, inhaling slowly as his gaze wandered between Fighter and the man that continued to watch her. He saw the man beckon a woman to him with mild interest, but when he pointed out Fighter, Banshee's gaze narrowed. He looked at Fighter and grinned a little at her calm demeanor. He knew she could probably feel the man's gaze, but she didn't show it and he was impressed. Taking another drag from his cigarette, he turned back to his cards, though he continued to watch the unknown man and woman out of the corner of his eye.
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Post by celine on Jan 26, 2011 17:29:36 GMT -5
It took her only a moment as she watched the girl, head tilting to the side before she shook her head. Oh she'd heard of Fighter but had never me the girl, something in the french woman hardened and she wrapped her arms more firmly around Finn's neck, leaning her cheek against his. "Non, but now you have me curious. Trying to start something are you, cher?"
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Post by Finn Gallagher on Jan 26, 2011 21:58:53 GMT -5
Finn smirked because Celine knew him all too well. They were very much alike. They both enjoyed the finer things in life and they both enjoyed causing and watching trouble unfold. It was certainly going to be entertaining and judging from the arms tightening around his neck, he figured Celine could wager a guess on who he was pointing out to her. "Just thought you'd like to know who wondered in."
He paused for a moment, wanting to see if she'd react to what he said before he continued. "That, lass, is Fighter Mallory. You know the girl Bourke is obsessed with." He didn't bother sugar coating it because he wanted to get a reaction out of Celine. He enjoyed pushing her buttons as much as he enjoyed pushing anyone else's, he just wished Luke was here to enjoy the show that was certainly going to happen.
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Post by Luke Gallagher on Feb 12, 2011 11:49:59 GMT -5
<New Day - Open>
Luke swirled his whiskey around in his glass, watching as the amber liquid coated the sides and then slid back down to the bottom. Finally taking a sip he turned and survey the crowd in the billiard room, it was a rare thing to find him here at this hour, usually he was out in the city; exploring and making contacts. Luke was better equipped than some of the gang for making friends, his smile and easy charm tended to lure people into a false sense of security - and he was more than willing to work them to his advantage. He smiled as he remembered that his charms had other uses as well, they had work more than well enough on that spicy number over at Irving Hall in Manhattan and it was hard to argue with his results otherwise.
He hadn't any idea where the others were, sometimes he and his brother would roam the city together or Killian or Derek had a mind for a drink someplace other than home, but when Luke had shown back up an hour ago there hadn't been a sign of anyone. So he'd come down to the billiard room for a drink and perhaps the hope of conning some unsuspecting guest into an ill advised card game. The prospect made Luke smile as he reached for a cigar and lit it, watching as the smoke curled towards the ceiling, perhaps he would find entertainment yet.
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