Friday, June 13th 1924: Poker NIght
In reply to The Keeper of Secrets (msg # 27):
"Well this is surely ruined," mutters Abner whose white dress shirt, despite his best efforts, is now sporting a large brown stain. "More of your friends Mike?"
"That's Byron Neville," says Anthony, his face pinched as if he just came across a rather unpleasant odor. "He attends one of Professor Roach's lectures. Lets just say his marks are... unimpressive."
"I must say that your attempts to conspire against me are rather transparent. Burt is mysteriously absent and replaced by two of your 'friends'" With a heavy grunt he leverages himself to his feet, grabbing one of the few remaining bottles of whiskey on the table. "While I applauded the effort, perhaps next time you want to swindle me you should be a little more subtle." With a wave of his hand he gestures at Anthony. "Come Mr. Flinders, I believe we have business to discuss." The two retreat to a side parlor. After the door closes you hear the distinct clang of a bolt being thrown.
Sweeping up the nearly half dozen empty bottles that litter the table (mostly on Abner's end), Ivan gives a shrug. "You guys are welcome to use the room, I feel like there is some catching up to do. Just ring the bell if you need anything." He turns to walk away but stops. "Oh, and Lucy has thrown together supper if you are so inclined."
With that the three of you find yourself in a now empty room, lit by a few dim bulbs hanging from the ceiling.
OOC: Mike can add $4 to his character sheet and $8 for Clarke
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