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Post by jackkelly on Aug 23, 2011 21:19:24 GMT -5
Jack took the shot and then slammed the glass down on the bar. "I'm ahead, Racetrack! Come one ya scrawny Italian, you can do another!"
Ah the beauty that is alcohol, it helps make everything feel just a little bit better.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 23, 2011 21:22:46 GMT -5
Racetrack was in a decidedly strange mood as he'd walked into this pub with Jack at his side. All low-spirited and philosophical. And Jack had flubbed a date with Stagey and now agreed to keep secrets from Spot Conlon. But at this point, all of that seemed blissfully far away.
"You are not!" Race protested, "check your pile!" He'd been dealing them each a card for every shot they swallowed. Race's pile was bigger, he was sure of it. Just to make sure, he downed two more shots in dizzying succession. He was half-Irish, damn it, he could do this.
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 23, 2011 21:27:42 GMT -5
Jack glared at him and then took two more shots. "I am catching up to you." He held up two fingers and wiggled them. "Two more." He laughed.
((God I love them drunk lol))
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 23, 2011 21:37:05 GMT -5
"You're not good at counting because cowboys can't count," Race explained patiently. Everyone knew that, right?
He reached for another shot, then got distracted by his pile of cards. He spread them out and frowned. "This could be a very good hand." He started rearranging them, trying to find the secret pattern that would win him a fortune.
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 24, 2011 6:38:46 GMT -5
Jack raised an eyebrow at him. "What're you looking at?" He tapped the cards and then looked at Race, "Ain't no answers in there, Race!"
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 24, 2011 10:51:50 GMT -5
"The answers are always in the cards," Race informed him, but he took another shot anyway and smiled at Jack. "This was a good idea. You have really good ideas. Or was this my idea?"
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 24, 2011 17:56:41 GMT -5
"I think this was your idea or...I could be wrong," Jack said with a laugh. God, he couldn't remember the last time he got this drunk and just had a good fucking time.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 24, 2011 22:25:12 GMT -5
"Probably mine," Race agreed proudly, slapping Cowboy on the back nonetheless, just in case it was his. "Jack," he added confidentially, "I've been meaning to ask you for such a long time...what the hell did happen with Roosevelt and the carriage?"
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 25, 2011 6:49:16 GMT -5
"Which time? There was two times with Roosevelt and the carriage," Jack said proudly, he slung his arm over Racetrack's shoulder, grinning stupidly.
((oh boy))
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 25, 2011 7:21:39 GMT -5
Race stared at him. "Did either time involve some girl you picked up in the Refuge? 'Cause I'm not sure I wanna hear it anymore. Not without another shot, anyway..."
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 25, 2011 8:03:32 GMT -5
"Tooo bad!" Jack announced and ordered another round. "So I'm stuck in the refuge when Mr. Roosevelt is coming around to do his inspection right? Snyder used to hide all sorts of shit from him when he came, anyways while Snyder was busy entertaining him, I managed to sneak up to the roof." Jack said smugly.
"Once you were outside it was easy to get outta there, so I walked my way down the fire escape. Then I see Roosevelt coming outside, so I climb up underneath the carriage, hold on for dear life and let him take me out." Jack grinned. "It wasn't as hard as everyone thinks." He shrugged.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 25, 2011 12:41:07 GMT -5
"So that was the first time. How were there two times?" Race demanded, proving he could still count, even as he downed his new drink in a couple swigs.
((I wonder if Jack and Goblin knew each other in the Refuge. Goblin did not like the Refuge. It pretty much traumatized him for life.))
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 25, 2011 17:42:01 GMT -5
(( they could have))
"And the second time was after the strike when he talked me outta leavin," Jack said with a grin.
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Post by Racetrack on Aug 25, 2011 19:25:41 GMT -5
((Ooh, future plotline! ;D))
"You didn't even stay for us. You stayed for Sarah," Race teased. He was now pulling random objects out of his pocket and lining them up on the counter--cards, cigars, dice, harmonica, pocket watch. "I have a lotta stuff. I should sell it and move to an island and build a casino."
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Post by jackkelly on Aug 25, 2011 20:55:44 GMT -5
((YES))
"Nah, move out west and make one there." Jack grinned at him. "I could be a real cowboy and you could have the best casino in the nation."
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