My writer block is dead thanks to a LOT of drugs and reading past sins by penstrokepony.
i canfianlly get on to the projects i owe to many people because i can actually write again.
The Demon of the WestThe bar started off fairly silent. Slow music playing from Samantha's Piano in background but not much else. It wasn't until she came in that things got riled up. She sat down at the poker table and slapped down a five hundred.The Demon of the West by ushi1ama
"Five hundred!" she howled. "Who's up for a game?"
Multiple men flocked the table to try and get some good money out of this game. The waitresses serving beers faster than i could count.
"Well ah reckon it would be gambling if it was a game of chance," she remarked snidely, "but since ah never lose at cards... its more a game of certainty." She shuffled the deck and set out the cards.
Some of the players laughed as they picked up their cards, many of them smiled, many of them were obviously bluffing.
"Three kings." Ryder announced, slapping his cards down on the table. "Top it." He put in a fifty, putting the value of the game up to 'bout a thousand. She chuckled.
"Full house." She tossed her cards onto the table and the other players look at the card
I'm a FUCKIN' TABLE!|
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