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<blockquote data-quote="zevon" data-source="post: 2786440" data-attributes="member: 10800">Phineralthus FlickwortPhineralthus was oblivious to his surroundings.&nbsp; At least four pints and almost as many jackpots had the familiar, pleasurable tickling of indulgence sweeping over him.&nbsp; He looks up suddenly with a confident grin.&nbsp; &quot;I'll raise to 20....Better to make it 30 though.&quot;&nbsp; Phin quipped with a wink.&nbsp; As the other players quietly appraised his bet Phin looked over his cards.&nbsp; He had a Mare's Run.&nbsp; It was a solid hand, one of many he'd lucked into this night, probably enough to force his opponents to respect his bluff. &quot;I'll see you an' raise you double then.&quot;&nbsp; The corner of Phin's mouth twitched as he looked up quickly, the man had an incredibly thick, sun-streaked mustache curled around his darkly stubbled jaw.&nbsp; Phin started in surprise, the man had been quiet most of the game, never raising, breaking even all night.&nbsp; Phin wondered if he had a new twinkle in his eye, if he was a sleeper.&nbsp; &quot;What did you say your name was again sir?&nbsp; I like to know my opponents, as a matter of course and civility.&quot;&nbsp; He grins drunkenly.&quot;Friends call me young Tuck Jones.&nbsp; An' whut do they call you then&nbsp; Phin's stomach did a flip-flop as the man's gazed bored into his eyes.&nbsp; He knew better than take any chances gambling against a man with such a blatantly terrifying card-shark moniker and awe inspiring facial hair.&nbsp; &quot;Ordinarily-aged Thomas Diggleby, at your service.&quot;&nbsp; he bowed,&nbsp; making a showy display of counting his chips with his left hand.&nbsp; Phin twisted his wrist in a manner that would drop the card 'Queen's Scepter' into his hand completing an &quot;Arranged Marriage&quot;, the second strongest hand in the game.&nbsp; He grinned confidently and then faltered as a second familiar tickling told him he had made a mistake and the card was about to slip from his sleave in plain view.&nbsp; &quot;I fold. To the better man, I think.&quot;&nbsp; Phin raises his glass, allowing the card to slide down the length of his sleave where he pinned it between his arm and body.&nbsp; Taking a healthy pull from his pint glass he wipes his mouth, &quot;Good night gentlemen it has a been a sensational evening.&quot;&nbsp; He began to scoop up his modest pile of coins as objections from the other players started to rise up from the table.&nbsp; &quot;Now, now friends.&nbsp; I really must be going.&quot;&nbsp;&nbsp; The sound of muted scream causes each of the players at the table to drop a hand to their belts and look aroung suspiciously.&nbsp; &quot;See Gents?&nbsp; There you have it...I'm already going to catch hell from the missus.&nbsp; So if I could have your pity, I'll just be on my way.&quot;&nbsp; Phin flips a few coins onto the table and makes his way quietly and submissvely upstairs as if he would rather be going anywhere else. Glancing about his new surroundings a snippet of conversation catches Phin's ear.&nbsp; The words &quot;...undressed...&quot; and &quot;...mead...&quot; drift into the hallway.&nbsp; Raising an eyebrow Phin creeps up to the door and begans to eaves drop carefully.&nbsp; &quot;I wish I'd brought a pint for the road, as it were.&quot; He lamented with a wistful misting of his eyes and then began trying to catch the attention of a barmaid with some frantic gesturing of his arms.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="zevon, post: 2786440, member: 10800"] [b]Phineralthus Flickwort[/b] Phineralthus was oblivious to his surroundings. At least four pints and almost as many jackpots had the familiar, pleasurable tickling of indulgence sweeping over him. He looks up suddenly with a confident grin. [B]"I'll raise to 20....Better to make it 30 though."[/B] Phin quipped with a wink. As the other players quietly appraised his bet Phin looked over his cards. He had a Mare's Run. It was a solid hand, one of many he'd lucked into this night, probably enough to force his opponents to respect his bluff. [B]"I'll see you an' raise you double then."[/B] The corner of Phin's mouth twitched as he looked up quickly, the man had an incredibly thick, sun-streaked mustache curled around his darkly stubbled jaw. Phin started in surprise, the man had been quiet most of the game, never raising, breaking even all night. Phin wondered if he had a new twinkle in his eye, if he was a sleeper. [B]"What did you say your name was again sir? I like to know my opponents, as a matter of course and civility."[/B] He grins drunkenly. [B]"Friends call me young Tuck Jones. An' whut do they call you then[/B] Phin's stomach did a flip-flop as the man's gazed bored into his eyes. He knew better than take any chances gambling against a man with such a blatantly terrifying card-shark moniker and awe inspiring facial hair. "[B]Ordinarily-aged Thomas Diggleby, at your service."[/B] he bowed, making a showy display of counting his chips with his left hand. Phin twisted his wrist in a manner that would drop the card 'Queen's Scepter' into his hand completing an "Arranged Marriage", the second strongest hand in the game. He grinned confidently and then faltered as a second familiar tickling told him he had made a mistake and the card was about to slip from his sleave in plain view. "[B]I fold. To the better man, I think."[/B] Phin raises his glass, allowing the card to slide down the length of his sleave where he pinned it between his arm and body. Taking a healthy pull from his pint glass he wipes his mouth, [B]"Good night gentlemen it has a been a sensational evening."[/B] He began to scoop up his modest pile of coins as objections from the other players started to rise up from the table. [B]"Now, now friends. I really must be going."[/B] The sound of muted scream causes each of the players at the table to drop a hand to their belts and look aroung suspiciously. [B]"See Gents? There you have it...I'm already going to catch hell from the missus. So if I could have your pity, I'll just be on my way."[/B] Phin flips a few coins onto the table and makes his way quietly and submissvely upstairs as if he would rather be going anywhere else. Glancing about his new surroundings a snippet of conversation catches Phin's ear. The words "...undressed..." and "...mead..." drift into the hallway. Raising an eyebrow Phin creeps up to the door and begans to eaves drop carefully. [B]"I wish I'd brought a pint for the road, as it were."[/B] He lamented with a wistful misting of his eyes and then began trying to catch the attention of a barmaid with some frantic gesturing of his arms. [/QUOTE]

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