Jo had been on her third hand at her table. She's been making a slow and steady circuit of the gambling dens in Candens after clean sweeping in Nocwich. She even has a detailed plan of how to network the city and do this every 2ish weeks before jumping through each other in those subsequent months of two-week gaps so that it's well nye on months before she's back again to do it a second time at any location. Long enough to be forgettable.
(And she hates that she's gotten into long-term planning this shit.)
The ruckus isn't her business; that's how places like this go. You can tell the guy's new, not to gambling, but this world and Summoned always make these kinds of people twitchy at first as it is. All those powers and how they might be using them on unsuspecting citizens. The house that was cheating you didn't like it when you could prove they were, or you could cheat them even better than they were cheating you. It's not her place if the house gets uppity and throws someone out.
But that stops at the talking heads that send four guys out the door in the direction he went, and fuck, but she was just about to start her upswing. The kid's new, but he wasn't playing against the house for serious, and he did fuckall to deserve that kind of beatings. Jo throws a dejected hand of cards down as she folds and mopes, "Guess I just don't have any good luck today. Maybe next time."
(She'll use it next time—a loser coming back. Then, back in step with the program.)
Jo's headed out of the room at a clip. Not fast enough to look like she's chasing heels, but fast enough, with her shoulders up and her head down, to look like someone who lost all their money and was trying to shame-skulk away fast. The posture and expression vanish within two steps of her pushing out the door, and the mass of the five guys is barely even a complete two streets over.
It's a jog at that point, just as the guys run for him, and she comes up the back, sliding into the last guy hard with her shoulder to some ribs. "Guys. It's really not nice to throw a party for someone without asking them first."
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(And she hates that she's gotten into long-term planning this shit.)
The ruckus isn't her business; that's how places like this go. You can tell the guy's new, not to gambling, but this world and Summoned always make these kinds of people twitchy at first as it is. All those powers and how they might be using them on unsuspecting citizens. The house that was cheating you didn't like it when you could prove they were, or you could cheat them even better than they were cheating you. It's not her place if the house gets uppity and throws someone out.
But that stops at the talking heads that send four guys out the door in the direction he went, and fuck, but she was just about to start her upswing. The kid's new, but he wasn't playing against the house for serious, and he did fuckall to deserve that kind of beatings. Jo throws a dejected hand of cards down as she folds and mopes, "Guess I just don't have any good luck today. Maybe next time."
(She'll use it next time—a loser coming back.
Then, back in step with the program.)
Jo's headed out of the room at a clip. Not fast enough to look like she's chasing heels, but fast enough, with her shoulders up and her head down, to look like someone who lost all their money and was trying to shame-skulk away fast. The posture and expression vanish within two steps of her pushing out the door, and the mass of the five guys is barely even a complete two streets over.
It's a jog at that point, just as the guys run for him, and she comes up the back, sliding into the last guy hard with her shoulder to some ribs. "Guys. It's really not nice to throw a party for someone without asking them first."