[V] Winner Winner, Chicken Dinner

Cassius · 1 [V] Winner Winner, Chicken Dinner Thu Jul 19, 2018 8:17 pm

Cassius

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Cassius Sinclair
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Cassius looked around at the three other men seated around the table in the smoke filled backroom of some no name dive bar he had stumbled into only hours before. One thing had let to another, his appearance naturally gaining these three idiots' attention and before he knew it here he was, sitting at an old table playing with sticky, half bent cards and gambling away money he couldn't afford to lose. Still, it was a good way to pass the time and it turned out he wasn't half bad. Certainly wasn't winning by any means, but he was ahead, even if just barely. As the final card was revealed Cassius looked down at his pocket 2s with a stoic expression. He may not have had much experience with poker, but he had a natural face for it. Unfortunately, lying can only get you so far in poker and doing it too often goes beyond dangerous to just outright stupid. The only he he was packing was in his hand and they were tepid at best.

He looked at the man who introduced himself as Guzman, a broad human with tribal tattoos down both arms in a black cut off and military pants. To the right of Guzman was a wiry fellow who appeared to not have slept or bathed in days. The stench was putrid, but Cassius was used to far worse. His hair was wispy and shed every time he ever so slightly moved it. He had referred to himself simply as Q and had the nervous eyes of a tweaker, often licking his lips as his gaze shifted to each of the players. Finally, rounding out the table was Horatio, a well dressed human with straight silver hair down to his shoulders and a curled mustache to boot. Anyone looking in would certainly laugh as the table looked filled with stereotypical cartoon characters. Regardless of how funny they looked however, Cassius had come to realize they were all very serious card players. It had been Horatio who had organized the game, calling out the three of them individually from across the bar.

I fold. Cassius said with a grunt, tossing his cards into the center.
Tch, if the fishman is out I'm definitely out. I saw his hand and it was even better than my shit draw. Guzman said with a chuckle before taking a swig from his bottle, tossing his cards in along with Cassius.
Well then it seems it's just you and I Mr. Q. What will it be then? Horatio asked with what Cassius could only imagine as a predatory smile.
Q's eyes darted between Horatio and his cards nervously. He chewed on the nails of one of his hands, so far down that Cassius could see dry blood where he had chewed on them earlier. The fishman eyed the pot in the middle, the largest sum of the night and an impressive one at that. Quite a bit of pocket change, could probably make for a nice night in Baltigo.

A-all in. Q said suddenly and Guzman spit out a fine mist of beer.
Alright ya little bag a bones, now we're talkin. He said with a deep belly laugh, slapping Q so hard on the back Cassius thought he might snap in half. Horatio raised a surprised eyebrow, pursing his lips as he looked down at his hand.
All in then, eh? He clucked his tongue against his teeth and shook his head back and forth slowly.
Well then, let's just see. I call. Horatio said as he pushed an equal amount of Beli coins forward.
Flush in Diamonds. Q declared triumphantly. An impressive hand to be sure and Cassius was actually so surprised he turned to watch Horatio's reaction only to hear with a soft, laugh in his throat,
Four Kings my good boy and with that, I believe the game is over.

A silence fell over the table, Q simply staring in dread at the cards Horatio had laid down. Cassius didn't dare speak, this had been a battle between the two men, he was simply an onlooker. Unfortunately Guzman felt differently,
Hot damn, would ya look at that. You been on a hot streak all night Horatio my man. Damn, what'd I gotta do to get some of that luck? The large man laughed. Horatio simply smiled and stood from the table, pulling out a briefcase,
With all do respect gentlemen, with Mr. Q out of the game it seems a good time to end the night. Poker with three just isn't quite as enjoyable. A good game to all and I do wish you the best. He spoke as he piled the Beli notes and coins into his briefcase, fastening it with metal clasps. However, as he moved to take the briefcase off the card table, Q's hand pushed down on it and Cassius looked up to see the wiry man with a gun in his hand pointed at Horatio who simply stared at it with indifference.
Holy shit!

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Cassius · 2 Re: [V] Winner Winner, Chicken Dinner Thu Jul 19, 2018 11:56 pm

Cassius

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Cassius Sinclair
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[V] Winner Winner, Chicken Dinner D5da255ae42b2fbe08f85ac5f848e11c

I-I need that money man. The doctor said, he said if I don't pay off my tab, no more drugs man and I NEED MY FUCKING DRUGS. Q screamed, his mood swings now painfully apparent.
So what, you'll shoot me in front of these witnesses? I hardly think so. Horatio said and Cassius realized the man was actually amused with this entire situation.
No I'll...I'll kill them too.
The hell you will. Cassius grumbled.
Screw you man. Guzman chimed in.
I'll kill all of you and take all the money, yeah, that's what I'll do. Then the doctor, I'll pay him off and I can get some of my crank and I'll be good, it'll all be good. Q stuttered, talking more to himself about his great plan than any of the three men in the room.
And what of all the people outside in the bar who saw you walk in with us? Hmm? Will you kill them too? Because it looks to me like that gun has six bullets...if it's even loaded.

Oh it's fuckin loaded alright, here, I'll show you. Q said and as he pulled back the hammer of the revolver, the side of his head seemed to explode in splashes of red mixed with chunks of greymatter and bone shards. Q crumpled to the floor before Cassius's eyes, sliding beneath the table across from him.
Horatio simply stared at where Q had been standing only moments before, before simply reaching for his suit's pocket square, unfurling it with the flick of his wrist and beginning to wipe off the blood and brain splatter on his face.
Yes well, thank you for that Mr. Guzman, regardless of how messy it was. Horatio said with an annoyed tone in his voice as he wiped. Cassius simply stared at Guzman, who stood by his seat, arm outstretched with the gun still pointing at where Q had been standing only seconds before.
What. The. Actual. Fuck is going on here? Cassius said under his breath, shock creeping into his bones and very being. He was in utter disbelief and yet couldn't believe what he had walked into. Then, in an even better twist, Guzman turned the gun towards Horatio and said the last thing Cassius was expecting,
Horatio Monspiet you are under arrest for your work in the slave trade with Garrolt Taylor and the death of over thirty Marine crewmen two months ago.

Horatio simply stared at Guzman, his head cocked to the side as if seeing him for the first time, then he began to chuckle,
Alright Mr. Guzman, let's cut the bullshit. First of all Mr. Taylor provides well over 60% of the slaves owned by the World Government so you Marines obviously aren't angry about that. Which then brings up only the unfortunate incident with the Marine Ship. A misunderstanding and an itchy trigger finger on a new gunner I'm afraid. One thing lead to another and thirty of your friends lay at the bottom of the sea.
Horatio shrugged,
It was an unfortunate misunderstanding due to a green recruit panicking. He's since been dealt with so you can lower the gun. Taking me in would only further disrupt Mr. Taylor's business and fray the already thin relationship Mr. Taylor currently has with your much higher superiors.

Guzman simply stared at Horatio, his teeth clenched and the gun leveled at the other man's chest. Through the silence Cassius could actually feel the anger and hatred emanating off of Guzman. Horatio studied the undercover Marine, squinting his eyes as if seeing him for the first time,
You're not planning to arrest me, you're here to kill me. I assume your close friends were aboard that ship. This isn't justice, this is revenge, petty revenge and to be honest a piss poor attempt at that.
You shut your mouth you bastard! Fine, you want to do this here? So be it, but first, we need to make sure we're alone. Guzman said, lowering the gun to Cassius's head.
Cassius sat frozen, his hands under the table, he wasn't scared so much as very, very confused as to how a simple poker game had turned into such an ordeal.
Listen, I really couldn't care less about some Marine renegade killing some lowlife slaver. So I'll just take my winnings and be on my way if it's all the same to you. Cassius said in an even voice, not trying to spook the man with the gun.
Sorry, but I can't take any chances. Guzman said just as Cassius pushed upwards on the table, flipping it towards Guzman and slamming him in the chest. This sent the gunman stumbling backwards, his firing hand swinging wide as the gun went off. Cassius's ears began to ring and time seemed to slow down as he pushed Guzman back with the table until the man hit the brick wall behind him. The table splintered under Cassius's strength as Guzman's head slammed against the brick behind him. The Marine crumpled to the floor, a streak of crimson blood marking his slide down the wall. Cassius bent down and picked up the gun, inspected it for a moment before placing it against Guzman's temple and pulling the trigger. He didn't bother to study the aftermath.

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Cassius · 3 Re: [V] Winner Winner, Chicken Dinner Fri Jul 20, 2018 12:17 am

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Cassius Sinclair
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Hmm seems like a bit of overkill, but I suppose a thank you is in order. Horatio said, cocking his head to the side as if studying Guzman's corpse. He shrugged, satisfied the man was in fact going to stay dead. Horatio's gaze then swept across the room at the mess that had befallen it. Two different blood pools stretched across the floor, tendrils of the crimson liquid ran over the brick floor and conjoined at the center. Splintered wood lay soaking in the stuff, bits of table strewn about. The acrid smell of gunpowder filled both Cassius's and Horatio's nostrils. Horatio gave a low whistle as he inspected the mess,
My my, what a pretty picture we have painted here today my friend. Here, please accept my winnings as thank you. Although in truth you were simply saving your own life, but it's not as if I need the money. Horatio said with a chuckle as he stepped carefully across the room and held the briefcase handle out for Cassius. Cass looked down at it and then back at Horatio before taking it with a nod,
Thanks, guess it's good to end the night on a high note. Cassius said with a shrug,
So you work with Garrolt Taylor, in the slave industry?
Indeed, he has a fresh shipment of Winged from Skypiea coming in next week. I can get you a discount, first pick of the bunch if you'd like. Or perhaps you're a man in need of a job, in this economy I wouldn't be surprised. The slave industry is quite lucrative I must say and-
Cassius unloaded the remaining four bullets into Horatio's chest.

He watched as the man's face went from surprise, to brief anger, before choking up blood and simply stumbling backwards into the pool of fresh blood on the floor.
No thank you, quite happy with my current job, fucking slaver. Cassius saiid, spitting towards Horatio's body before tossing the gun into the blood pool beside the slaver. Cassius then turned and opened the door to the backroom they had been playing in. As he did he found a very nervous bar owner staring back at him. The barman leaned slightly to the left, his face going a pale white as he gazed at the horror behind Cassius. Cassius looked back at the room, as if seeing it for the first time and then turned to the barman and sighed. He reached into his jacket pocket where some of his own winnings were and pulled out a wad of Beli notes. Stepping forward, he shoved the wad into the frozen barman's front vest pocket before giving it a little tap.
For your troubles with the clean up. Cassius said before giving him a firm pat on the shoulder as he passed by him. The barman simply turned his head, watching the large fishman walk away from the massacre in his backroom. Cassius stopped however before the door leading back into the main bar area and turned his head to call back over his shoulder,
Oh and if anyone from Mr. Taylor's organization comes knocking, send them Cassius Sinclair's way, I have a bone to pick with him.
With that, Cassius stepped through the door leading to the bar and joined the loud and cheerful patrons, drinking, singing and dancing along to the band in the corner. He quickly made his way through the crowd, stepping out into the cool night air. He looked around the empty streets and then picked the direction heading towards the sea. What an interesting night it had turned out to be.

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