suitably_heroic: (dsp: needs that cigarette)
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Right, Mical still wasn't answering Atton's calls, and frankly, he was happy with that. Atton had no classes set for the coming semester. Sparkle was getting better, and would probably be better off without a constant reminder of what happened anyway.

And Atton... needed a vacation. Bad. Just a chance to hang around the cantinas and pazaak dens that had given birth to Atton Rand to begin with. So... he was kicking this off with a nice, Atton-y lie: no, he wasn't going home immediately. He was parking the Ebon Hawk in a junk yard near Baltimore for a day and living it up in here.

"One more whiskey, please!"

... okay, so it'd been a long time since he'd actually gotten this drunk. He tended to play pretend, to keep a cool head. But that wasn't the point of the next month and a half, so: bottom's up. You go spin, bar.

[[ for a terrible life choice. ]]

Date: 2016-07-08 05:28 pm (UTC)
talentforlying: (playing with lightning)
From: [personal profile] talentforlying
"Yeah, but the kick's the good part," John sighed. "I see plenty of drunk yuppies slumming who could stand to loose some cash. Think you can manage to stay upright for a few games with that dragon-whatever whiskey kicking your ass?"

Date: 2016-07-08 05:36 pm (UTC)
talentforlying: (magnificent bastard)
From: [personal profile] talentforlying
"Fast fingers, eh?" JOHN, NO. "I can more than handle a cue--" REALLY, CONSTANTINE, NO. "--but I bet my fingers can keep up with yours."

Date: 2016-07-08 05:57 pm (UTC)
talentforlying: (smug bloody bastard)
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To be fair, John had a habit of hitting on anything breathing that happened to be sentient, legal, and hot. The fact that Atton wasn't opposed to trouble was like sprinkles on a tasty tasty Terrible Idea cupcake.

And John had always had shitty impulse control.

"Blonde in the shirt," he said, nodding towards a tall girl. "She's trying to run a con on the poor drunk sods in here thinking they're too busy staring at her tits to notice when she takes an extra card or pulls from her lap, and she's doing a shit job of it."

Date: 2016-07-08 06:43 pm (UTC)
talentforlying: (Default)
From: [personal profile] talentforlying
John snickered. "Phrasing, mate," he said because he's five, before following Atton's lead at killing off the rest of his drink and standing up.

"Fuck, why can't the squirrels stock this stuff, instead of that shite rum?"

Date: 2016-07-08 07:30 pm (UTC)
talentforlying: (can't clean me up for polite company)
From: [personal profile] talentforlying
"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, sunshine?" John greeted her, laying the accent on extra-thick -- and the tipsiness, too. "Here alone? Mind if we join you?"

Date: 2016-07-08 07:58 pm (UTC)
talentforlying: (Default)
From: [personal profile] talentforlying
"Scenery's better'n 'not bad.'" John, talk to her face, not her chest.

Date: 2016-07-09 12:46 pm (UTC)
talentforlying: (throw the dice)
From: [personal profile] talentforlying
"You can call me Johnny, love," he said, tearing his eyes away from that lovely view to give her a wink. "'S a pleasure to meet you, Linda, and Blackjack sounds like a fine time."

Date: 2016-07-09 01:34 pm (UTC)
talentforlying: (sassy John)
From: [personal profile] talentforlying
"He's asking about the game," John promised, giving 'Simon' a good-natured shove at the shoulder. "He knows better than t'ask a lovely lady her age."

Date: 2016-07-09 02:17 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] talentforlying
John leveled a finger at Atton. "Whiskeys. Plural. Which are medicinal to deal with all the Brexit bullshit, you sodding lightweight."

He was not above making her think they were drunker than they already were, no.

"Pretty sure Blackjack is the same here in the States as at home," he said, taking a seat. "Why don't we say it's lady's choice as to the first dealer?"

Date: 2016-07-09 02:47 pm (UTC)
talentforlying: (trust me)
From: [personal profile] talentforlying
"I think we can manage that," John agreed, fishing about in his pockets for a moment to pull out his wallet and slap a five down on the table. "Though two on one don't seem quite fair."

Though if you thought it looked like he was thinking about a different type of tag-team... well, that was the idea.

Date: 2016-07-10 02:50 pm (UTC)
talentforlying: (bwee)
From: [personal profile] talentforlying
That increasing-cleavage trick was a nice one, and if John snickered under his breath when she said 'switch,' well, he was playing the drunk card.

"Cards for everyone," he promised, waving down a waitress for more drinks. "What's your poison, Linda-love?"

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