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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 24, 2010 22:36:46 GMT -8
Misto shuffled the cards as he looked around the room. Not many people were in tonight, and he was mostly fine with that. He was enjoying being able to use cards to make a more stable living, though he had a couple sneaking suspicions about the establishment he was working at. Oh well, there wasn't much of a way it could be worse than his uncle's.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 24, 2010 22:39:45 GMT -8
Coricopat strolled into the card room, his grey eyes scanning for a viable table. After dealing with Macavity getting himself shot in the wee hours of the morning he was in the mood for a card game. He wished it presented a bit more challenge, but it would do. Thank Bast he actually had a relatively free evening tonight. He still had work to do, but he needed some time between his time in court and dealing with the rest of it.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 24, 2010 22:42:06 GMT -8
Misto's eyebrows shot up when he saw Coricopat enter the room. That was... different. He got a glare from one of the cats at his table for forgetting to give him a second card.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 24, 2010 22:44:42 GMT -8
The lawyer's eyes landed on the black cat's table and he wove his way through the room, nodding to one or two cats he recognized, but not pausing to give them the time of day.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 24, 2010 22:49:57 GMT -8
Misto couldn't keep the grin from his face when he saw Coricopat start over. It was probably not going to end well, he figured, but he finished up the current hand he had rather more quickly than usual. Usually liked to play out the suspense, much to the annoyance of some costumers, and joy of others. He was perhaps too much of a performer at heart, but it also had the added bonus of distracting them.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 24, 2010 22:55:04 GMT -8
"Good evening gentlemen." Coricopat greeted the other cats at the table, offering the dealer a nod. "Is there still a seat open here?" He asked more out of minor courtesy than anything, his paw already resting on the back of the empty chair at the table.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 24, 2010 22:57:07 GMT -8
Misto gave him a nod as well, schooling his face into a professional expression. He then glanced at the others and gave Coricopat another nod. "There appears to be one."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 24, 2010 22:59:11 GMT -8
"Good." The slender cat pulled the chair out, settling into it, glancing at the others. "If you gentlemen don't mind?" He didn't receive any negative answers, though all were less than positive.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 24, 2010 23:14:34 GMT -8
His eyebrows quirking, Misto considered the reactions of the other cats. None beside him looked even remotely pleased and he tried not to act too pleased by it. He started the next hand, paying attention to how the other toms reacted to the new player and how Coricopat himself was playing.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 24, 2010 23:19:31 GMT -8
Coricopat watched the other players, finding their tells rather quickly, but he couldn't seem to get a feel for the dealer. He watched, frowning as he lost hand after hand. He never lost. At least not unintentionally.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 24, 2010 23:22:10 GMT -8
Misto's urge to smile was becoming more and more hard to control as he watched Coricopat's expressions through the night. Many of the players had left already, but there were still a couple going at his table. He wondered how much longer the other was going to stay, and almost hoped he would leave last so Misto might have a chance to talk to him.
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 24, 2010 23:25:35 GMT -8
Coricopat glanced at his watch after losing yet another hand. He rose, offering a courteous nod to the other cats at the table. "I hate to leave, gentlemen, but I have work to do." He glanced at the dealer. "I'll be by later to see if these fellows have better luck."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 24, 2010 23:29:52 GMT -8
Misto's eyes followed him as he stood. "Alright," he said. "Good luck with your work then."
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Post by Meadowlark on Nov 24, 2010 23:33:36 GMT -8
With a final nod to the dealer and the other players, Coricopat slipped out, heading to his office for a couple of hours of paperwork. Oh the joys of not having an accountant at the moment...
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Post by victoriousscarf on Nov 24, 2010 23:37:10 GMT -8
Several hours later, Misto dealt what he figured would be his last hand of the night and sighed. One particular cat had been determined. He'd let him win a couple hands in the hopes that it would make him leave earlier, but with no luck. His tail was drooping behind him and he felt somewhat exhausted. As much as he was enjoying the new job, it did keep very different hours than what he was used to.
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