Passing Through
Don't know where I'm going, nor where I've been.
(My into post is going to be a little long, I hope you don't mind.)
The game had lasted the full night and Holiday hadn't been sober for a second of it. He was a true shark when it came to Serravelian Chance. Once one learned the basics, it wasn't much different from standard poker. The other players were a bunch of Dorainans, a lizard like species from a nearby solar system. This reminded him of the old, even ancient, memories of his nights spent playing cards with the deputies. Unlike before, however, he was here to make a significant profit. His money laid not within the game but within the players. The week prior they slaughtered a settlement on a nearby moon killing every man, women, and child. They were worth thousands.
The head of the group looked up at him, Jake tried to recall his name but it was to hard for him to pronounce for him to care enough. He just called them 1, 2, 3, and 4. That would be the order they would die. It was real difficult for Holiday to not pull his gun the second he saw the scum but he needed to wait for them to challenge him.
The head, 2, spoke and gave Jake his chance. "You have won the last 15 hands, your a damn cheat." He stood up and the rest followed. "Excellent," Jake thought to himself. He rose just like the lizards and bowed.
"Now my dear gentlelizards, I am a lot of things, a pain in the ass or an insufferable bastard for instance. But I am not a damned cheat and have been deeply offended by this wild accusation. I would beg you to find a sense of decency and withdrawal said insult."
Now this got 2 real angry. Jake watched 2's hand inch towards the holo-pistol on his thigh. "No one is that good, I'm going to skin you and gut you alive. I hear you humans taste real good roasted over an open flame."
"Now get this through your walnut sized brain, you hand touches that weapon and you and your crew are dead," Jake warned. They didn't listen. When 2 started to lift his gun from his holster Holiday pulled his pistol. He leveled it at ones head, fanned the hammer with his opposite hand and let the led fly. He repeated this with 2, 3, and 4. In a total of .09 seconds all three lizards lied dead at the foot of the table. Holiday's Colt found it's way home back inside its holster. Quickly, Jake scanned the 4 corpses into the system and the credit was registered to his account. He then searched them for cash. When he found it he tossed it towards the barkeep. It was enough to pay his and the Dorainian's tab as well as the damages. He did pocket a small portion of it.
Jake walked out of the tavern. He hadn't drank in a half hour and was starting to sober up. The anomaly had increased his metabolic rate to overcome poisoning and drunkenness quickly. The latter to his dismay. It was boring and he needed to sober up anyhow. He looked down the street and saw a coffee shop. "Nothing helps a hangover like a cup of black coffee," Jake thought aloud. He made his way down the street to enter the shop.
The game had lasted the full night and Holiday hadn't been sober for a second of it. He was a true shark when it came to Serravelian Chance. Once one learned the basics, it wasn't much different from standard poker. The other players were a bunch of Dorainans, a lizard like species from a nearby solar system. This reminded him of the old, even ancient, memories of his nights spent playing cards with the deputies. Unlike before, however, he was here to make a significant profit. His money laid not within the game but within the players. The week prior they slaughtered a settlement on a nearby moon killing every man, women, and child. They were worth thousands.
The head of the group looked up at him, Jake tried to recall his name but it was to hard for him to pronounce for him to care enough. He just called them 1, 2, 3, and 4. That would be the order they would die. It was real difficult for Holiday to not pull his gun the second he saw the scum but he needed to wait for them to challenge him.
The head, 2, spoke and gave Jake his chance. "You have won the last 15 hands, your a damn cheat." He stood up and the rest followed. "Excellent," Jake thought to himself. He rose just like the lizards and bowed.
"Now my dear gentlelizards, I am a lot of things, a pain in the ass or an insufferable bastard for instance. But I am not a damned cheat and have been deeply offended by this wild accusation. I would beg you to find a sense of decency and withdrawal said insult."
Now this got 2 real angry. Jake watched 2's hand inch towards the holo-pistol on his thigh. "No one is that good, I'm going to skin you and gut you alive. I hear you humans taste real good roasted over an open flame."
"Now get this through your walnut sized brain, you hand touches that weapon and you and your crew are dead," Jake warned. They didn't listen. When 2 started to lift his gun from his holster Holiday pulled his pistol. He leveled it at ones head, fanned the hammer with his opposite hand and let the led fly. He repeated this with 2, 3, and 4. In a total of .09 seconds all three lizards lied dead at the foot of the table. Holiday's Colt found it's way home back inside its holster. Quickly, Jake scanned the 4 corpses into the system and the credit was registered to his account. He then searched them for cash. When he found it he tossed it towards the barkeep. It was enough to pay his and the Dorainian's tab as well as the damages. He did pocket a small portion of it.
Jake walked out of the tavern. He hadn't drank in a half hour and was starting to sober up. The anomaly had increased his metabolic rate to overcome poisoning and drunkenness quickly. The latter to his dismay. It was boring and he needed to sober up anyhow. He looked down the street and saw a coffee shop. "Nothing helps a hangover like a cup of black coffee," Jake thought aloud. He made his way down the street to enter the shop.
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