The Spiral IV: Halloween Poker Night

Oct 8th, 2011 05:02 PM

Jacque hastily put his communist literature back in his bag and tucked it under the bar stool. “Oh hullo ma’am-sir Jackson ma’am commandant.” He stuttered out, waving his hand at her but avoiding eye contact.

He quickly racked his brain, looking over the events that occurred a couple days ago but found to his dismay that his mind seemed perpetually mired in fog. I know I did something to piss her off last time I was here I just can’t remember. Did I- no that was scar man. What about- shit nope that was Harlowe who I insulted.

He shrugged and adjusted his tie. "Oh yeah, sure whatever you say friendo." he said while Thomas walked away from him, despite feeling slighted he kept his amicable attitude, or at the very least wore that expression on his face.

"Hey, Jackson may I talk to you for a second?" Jacque left his seat and walked over to the detective, he made sure to keep his voice down as to not be overheard by Thomas. "Look detective I know you don't like me a lot, frankly I'm not a big fan of you either. However I can respect what you do as a police officer and what you do around here, y'know what I mean." He sighed, "Last time I was here I was in a bad way, like a really bad way. I want to apologize for that- it wasn't professional of me- but you should know that I'm at least trying to get better. And so if we can't be friends can we at least bear each other- for the sake of... of this... I don't know the proper English word; would you say operation, campaign, or jihad?"

Oct 9th, 2011 02:49 AM

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Tiller.” Daysha nodded, wondering why no first name. “I should probably sign myself up on the list too once I change.” Doug told her a few times she'd meet new people holding the same vigil, but she didn't realize there were this many.

Listening to the French’s speech, she pondered what he said over in her head. “Well, at least you’re willing to learn. That’s a step in the right direction.” Although Daysha could have made the excuse that Lexi was having a crazy night again that night, she wasn’t about excuses. The detective was blunt. Jihad, what the hell. Maybe Rory knows what that is.

“Yeah Jacque, it happens. We’ll see what happens from here. Not everyone in life will get along. But for the.” She looked around for a minute. “sake of this, I’ll consider it.”

Daysha looked at Jacque, then motioned with her eyes at Tiller. She quietly said. “Do you know that guy?” Do people really come in here at random all the time? Tiller isn't a chick, so it's probably not Irish recruiting.

You throw up again when we talk about the creepy shit, I will have the old man and Irish hall your ass out.

Oct 9th, 2011 07:58 AM

Once she changed into her costume? People were wearing costumes to this thing, why hadn't he thought of that? Tom had been worried about people recognizing him, hell at one point he had even (briefly) considered shaving off his precious beard. But costumes, well now it seemed obvious what with it being an Halloween poker game but damn if he hadn't even considered the possibility. Unfortunately it was far to late to just run out and pick up a mask, or some other such nonsense like that, what would a guy like him dress up like anyway?

While pondering how he would look in a Zorro mask Tom makes his way across the bar to the sign up sheet. Leaning down Tom picks up the ball point pen and begins to write, not even thinking about what he was doing, realizing about halfway through that he was signing with his own name (So far he had put down 'Thomas Ha-'). Quickly the middle aged man crosses out his mistake and simply puts down 'Mr. Tiller' on the line below it.

Shaking his head Tom reprimands himself for his mistake, maybe he wasn't as slick as he had thought he was. It was just lucky he had noticed it before it was to late. Looking back at the two people he had just left talking at the bar Tom makes his way to an empty table, not really wanting to sit back down with the Frenchmen.

Oct 9th, 2011 11:50 AM

Pfft I apologized detective Jackson! Years of watching latin soap operas had taught me that this is the time where we tearfully embrace and confess our undying love for each other-in the rain of course- it only counts if it's in the rain.

Jacque stretched his arms up in the air, using it as an excuse to look back at Thomas. "My friendo over there? Naw just met him, he's a weird one though, I think he might be... be-be a..." He trailed off, biting his lip before continuing at a volume that could barely called a whisper, "I think he might be a... homosexual, I mean he keeps looking at me like he wants me to penetrate him or something... not to say there's anything wrong with that- I-I mean I just don't trust anyone that wears polo shirts is all- not to say that all gay people wear polo's, I'm sure they wear a wide variety of clothes!

He groaned and rubbed his temples, "Yeah okay, so why don't you just talk to him yourself? Just please don't give him my last name, I don't like that information going out to too many people."

Oct 9th, 2011 01:03 PM

“Polo shirts are equivalent to homosexuals?” Daysha furrowed her brow a little. “Yeah, I’ll talk to him of course.”

Ok, so you’re sexist and a homophobic. Fucking lovely. Don’t give him your last name… Mental note to do a background check on Frenchy.

Grabbing her drink from the Old Man, she walked over and signed up her name. Daysha studied the scribbled out name, since it was the only one so far on the sheet. Then she signed her name up below.

Decipher writing

The detective walked over to the table and set her drink down and sat on the edge of the chair. Her bag was still on her arm as she took a sip of her cider ale. She casually asked Tom. “So, Mr. Tiller, do you play a lot of poker?” Daysha looked at his hat again. “Or golf for that matter?”

Oct 9th, 2011 02:32 PM

Harlowe...had not intended on evening coming to the The Spiral for Halloween. Well, that wasn't strictly true. She had wanted to come to Poker night; she hadn't wanted to dress up in a frickin' Halloween costume. Uncle Tommy - fuck, even Samuel - had told her that she had to get into the festive spirit, to relax for one night only and let her hair down.

Her first response had been to tell them to take the high road- the small, restrained response she usually gave to relatives who were pissing her off. But really, what else would she do for the night?

Harlowe wasn't really a television watcher, and the thought of sitting down on the couch watching shitty shows filled her with horror. Tommy's apartment was on the second floor, but for reasons known only to the owner of the property the security door downstairs was to remain unlocked for the evening - meaning damned kids would be knocking or egging in equal parts, so they could fill their fucking mouths with candy.

...She wouldn't have been able to tolerate that for very long; and while the idea of brandishing a shotgun to really scare the crap out of a bunch of brats filled her with a perverse amusement, it really wasn't very legal.

And so, Harlowe had grudgingly set off to a costume shop and picked up the first outfit that came in her size, and didn't come in rainbow colours.

The result was...well, the result meant she could brandish a gun, and people would assume she was "in character". The wolf whistles that she had recieved had not filled her with enthusiasm - the elbow to the gut the guy recieved as a consequence did cheer her up, however. As Harlowe stepped into The Spiral, her expression dared anyone to make a cheesy comment.

Costume

Oct 9th, 2011 07:37 PM

Tom smiled as he took of his cap and gave it a look before flashing a smile at the woman, "You like it? Its my lucky cap, gift from my second oldest son for fathers day". Placing it back onto his head Tom takes a moment to make sure that the worn and faded hat was nice and straight. "He figured i could use all the luck I could get on the green, what will my tendency to slice. It worked to, for the most part anyway. Figured I could use the luck for tonight, Its my first time playing for money with real people instead of over the Internet". picking up his drink he nods at her outfit, "But i guess im a bit under-dressed for the contest, I didn't even think about bringing a costume. Yours looks fantastic by the way, where did you get it?"

Oct 9th, 2011 09:40 PM

Shit it's Harlowe. Not nice person. Don't want to be punched again. What should I do? Act cool, you're Tony Montana Jacque, fucking number one killer supreme, you're Jim Morrison bro.

He fiddled with his cheap black tie. He was told that his suit was an extra from the Tarantino movie: Reservoir Dogs. He didn't believe it of course, but hey, it looked pretty damn cool when he first put it on.

I still don't get this... what did he say his name was, Tiller right? That's definitely a porno name, I'm calling that one out. If he'd trim his beard into a 70's mustache then I'd be able to name where I've seen him in. Totally. Still doesn't make sense, what would an aging gay porn star turned golfer want to know about the creatures? Do they have STD's? Hell, can you even get STD's from creatures? Shit you gotta stop stereotyping people bro, it's going to kill you someday. Who knows, maybe Tiller is actually telling the truth, I guess some people will do anything to get their fix.

Jacque gave an inward laugh. Yeah that isn't so hard to believe.

Oct 11th, 2011 09:29 PM

“Contest? The poker game?” Daysha looked around a little. “Uh, not sure there’s a costume contest, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Harlowe, oh thank god you showed up, in costume.” Daysha said as she patted her bag. “I still have to change into mine. Long day. I think the cowgirl thing suits you.” As she looked over Sara. Jacque got quiet again, she wondered what was going on in his head. Maybe he really did learn his lesson.

She got up and looked at Tom. “On that note, I should go change. I won’t be long.” She glanced at the rather large bag. “I hope. I’ll be right back. Mr. Tiller.” She left to go to the bathroom and change.

**Rory** · Oct 11th, 2011 09:32 PM

Unlike the last time, Rory arrived at The Spiral sober. He'd even dressed up. A black kilt and black shirt was his concession to the holiday; maybe the black was a callback to his previous profession, or maybe it was just cheaper than the various tartans he could find. He fully expected at some point for someone to crack wise about him wearing a dress, and he debated whether or not to approach that prospect sober.

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2011-10-09 12:46:52		Daysha rolls 6 to Int3 +Invest 3 (10 Again)		1, 10, 7, 5, 10, 8, 6, 2		3 successes

The Spiral IV: Halloween Poker Night

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