09-07-2017, 09:27 AM
It was a couple weeks after the grand opening of Prohibition Alley, and business couldn't be better. Well, in terms of economic success. The "gang war" front was still a hardline, but the boost in resources from the casino earnings had greatly aided the Gentleman Jacks campaign against the Ork and Hutt incursions. They'd suffered a few losses, and lost territory, but it had been made up in other places.
Like the shiny new helicopter currently parked on the roof.
Harlan Higgs sat in the back of the Casino at his personal table, looking at his hand. "Call, and raise." The Twi'lek to his left gave him a curious look, then tapped the table and moved his chips forward. "Match." The betting proceeded around the table, a fat ferengi matching as well as a sharply dressed imperial officer. Then it was back to the Ravnos.
He turned over the last card and grinned, placing his cards down. "Show 'em, boyos. Make or break time." Harlan showed a 9 and a King. With the river, it was a full house. He made as if to reach for the pot, but a clawed hand made it there first. "Not so fast, hew-mon." The Ferengi sneered and showed his cards. Four of a kind.
Well, damn. "You win, friendo. Enjoy." The vampire collected the cards back together and shuffled the deck. "Alright, next round...Minimum is 10k credits, Buy-in is 100k." Just then, Charlie sidled up to Harlan's seat and tapped the boss on the shoulder. "Hey boss. We got something needs your attention." Harlan put the deck down and withdrew a few chits from his jacket. "So sorry, friends. Business to take care of. Enjoy these comp chits on the gaming floor until the Pinkerton opens again."
The Ravnos stood up, cracking his dead knuckles. Usually when this happened, it was a simple matter. Cheaters. Tier 5 had no shortage of wiseguys who thought they could cheat their way to fortune. Although in the recent weeks it was equally as likely to be news of an Ork or Hutt mafia incursion, and Harlan would have to play General.
Either or, it usually involved violence.
Like the shiny new helicopter currently parked on the roof.
Harlan Higgs sat in the back of the Casino at his personal table, looking at his hand. "Call, and raise." The Twi'lek to his left gave him a curious look, then tapped the table and moved his chips forward. "Match." The betting proceeded around the table, a fat ferengi matching as well as a sharply dressed imperial officer. Then it was back to the Ravnos.
He turned over the last card and grinned, placing his cards down. "Show 'em, boyos. Make or break time." Harlan showed a 9 and a King. With the river, it was a full house. He made as if to reach for the pot, but a clawed hand made it there first. "Not so fast, hew-mon." The Ferengi sneered and showed his cards. Four of a kind.
Well, damn. "You win, friendo. Enjoy." The vampire collected the cards back together and shuffled the deck. "Alright, next round...Minimum is 10k credits, Buy-in is 100k." Just then, Charlie sidled up to Harlan's seat and tapped the boss on the shoulder. "Hey boss. We got something needs your attention." Harlan put the deck down and withdrew a few chits from his jacket. "So sorry, friends. Business to take care of. Enjoy these comp chits on the gaming floor until the Pinkerton opens again."
The Ravnos stood up, cracking his dead knuckles. Usually when this happened, it was a simple matter. Cheaters. Tier 5 had no shortage of wiseguys who thought they could cheat their way to fortune. Although in the recent weeks it was equally as likely to be news of an Ork or Hutt mafia incursion, and Harlan would have to play General.
Either or, it usually involved violence.
“I don’t wanna be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.”