Post by Luther Knight on Mar 30, 2015 16:48:15 GMT -5
The air surrounding the table was filled with a thick cloud of smoke and the sweet scent of Bourbon. The Irish pub housed many varieties of characters but none too classy for the laid back atmosphere, and the various volumes of voices gave way to the toxicity level of each individual. As a Vampire, it was difficult for Luther to maintain a decent buzz, let alone get one in the first place, but this didn’t stop the man of habit from enjoying his favorite drink to go with the cigar tucked between his lips. His blue eyes darted from the stack of cards shuffled neatly in his hands to the men sitting at the table, as if trying to get a read on their cards by the expression on their faces. His remained emotionless, unwilling to give away the idea he had a high chance at winning. Just when the tension seemed to be at its peak he slapped his cards on the table with a look of satisfaction clear across his face.
”Hope you fellas have cash.” He said as he watched the color flush out of the males faces at the sight of his royal flush, and a smirk snaked across his face. ”Son of a bitch…” One man exclaimed while the other simply stood up and left, but not before reaching into his pocket and fished out another twenty. Luther always had a knack for card games and could thank his grandfather for that. After a long day of working on the farm Luther would come home to a home cooked meal by Nana – cooked with love and loads of lard – and afterwards sit by the fire, or outside on the front porch if it was summer, and learn the ins and outs of poker with Pappy. He could remember a time when life itself was as simple as a game of cards, but even now he could never give up the opportunity to make a man cry by taking his money without lifting more than a finger.
When it was just Luther left he stood up and walked over to the bar with his empty glass in hand and set it on the counter. ”Another, please.” He said, leaning against the bar as he waited for his drink.
”Hope you fellas have cash.” He said as he watched the color flush out of the males faces at the sight of his royal flush, and a smirk snaked across his face. ”Son of a bitch…” One man exclaimed while the other simply stood up and left, but not before reaching into his pocket and fished out another twenty. Luther always had a knack for card games and could thank his grandfather for that. After a long day of working on the farm Luther would come home to a home cooked meal by Nana – cooked with love and loads of lard – and afterwards sit by the fire, or outside on the front porch if it was summer, and learn the ins and outs of poker with Pappy. He could remember a time when life itself was as simple as a game of cards, but even now he could never give up the opportunity to make a man cry by taking his money without lifting more than a finger.
When it was just Luther left he stood up and walked over to the bar with his empty glass in hand and set it on the counter. ”Another, please.” He said, leaning against the bar as he waited for his drink.
Macht Stärke
