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[handsomejack]

WHO: Handsome Jack and Pickles
WHERE: The gambling equivalent of Atlantic City in this dimension
WHEN: Tuesday night.
WARNINGS: gambling, booze, drugs, and strippers? Yeah.
SUMMARY: Gambling time, Jack's being generous and bringing a down-in-his-luck-once-a-multi-millionaire with him to his favorite tables.
FORMAT: WORDS



[A hop, skip, and a fancy-ass town car ride over-- Handsome Jack and Pickles were at the bright lights, smoke-fogged wonderland of the gambling district. Giving a nod to his driver, Jack stepped out of the car, taking a deep breath]

Ahhh... Daddy's home.

[He grinned wide, looking over at the death metalhead beside him]

So. What say you and I hit a strip club? Get some drinks in us, I'll buy ya a lap dance, and we try our hand in some blackjack?

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[handsomejack]

[Jack just stares at him]

You... literally know nothing about these games, or are you messing with me?

[zazz]

I know 'em! [He gets all defensive, not wanting to look bad in front of his new, rich pal. He couldn't help it when he and the guys usually got together to gamble with cards they just made shit up on the fly.] Oh! 21, that one, I that one! [Beat.] Are we playin' that one?

[handsomejack]

[Yeah, Jack's not impressed. He pats Pickles on the back.]

Blackjack? My bread and butter. [Of course besides poker] At least it sounds like you know that one.

[zazz]

[A pity pat is better than being told to get the hell out, so he's cool with it.]

Yeh, sure, yew count up to 21 and dun go over, it's simple. Is that what we're goin' to go play? [Hopeful.]

[handsomejack]

[He nods]

Sure. Blackjack it is.

[He didn't trust Pickles anywhere near a roulette or a craps table. They walked out of the titty bar, and moved down the strip-- not taking long before Jack found a promising Blackjack table. It was something moderately priced that would gain them a couple hundred if they played their cards right. It was also a chance to see how the musician fared in all this, so Jack knew how much help the schmuck needed.

Sitting at the table, Jack held his head above water for the longest time. It wasn't until the fourth or fifth play, that he started hitting a hot streak. Pretty soon he would get a hefty chunk of change that he'd feel good about leaving the table and making eyes towards the next one.]