Post by chummer on Sept 4, 2011 13:44:39 GMT -5
The blue smoke of consumed crammers wafted to the rafters in the pit of the Yakuza Gambling Den. Corporal Smith hated the smell of this place, hated the tattoed enforcers watching over the tables, and most of all hated the juice he had to pay the Yaku scum on the money he owed them. Smith frequented the Den after after his early morning patrols of the Slums, initially the credits he won was supplemented his meager pay as a BraveStar footsoldier and allowed him to purchase companionship and liquor to help him cope with that overbearing frakface Sgt. Powers. The excitement of the Den wore off quickly however as Smith's luck took a turn for the worse. He lost every credit to his name on one bad roll a few weeks ago and Smith believed he would make the lost credits back so he borrowed twenty thousand from the cage and threw good money after bad.
Smith was now back at the tables with some fresh credits he 'liberated' from a greasy Slum Rat during his shift and he put his money on the felt to buy in. The Yaku pit boss looked him over with lizard eyes during the exchange and slid Smith his chips.
Smith stood back to watch the action. What a bunch of degenrate losers he thought as two rollers threw a point and then the seven. The dice came to Smith and he picked two. I am feeling it tonight he thought to himself as he tossed the cubes down the felt. Winner. Smith was on a roll as he continued to roll. I am going to take these fraggin Yaku tonight and never come back to this pit. Smith began stacking chips on the felt in front of him, he was tired of betting small and wanted to get out of the Den. Just one more roll and I'll pay back these Yaku scum and never come back. A phone call came to the lizard Yaku behind the table. His dull black eyes looked at Smith as he was speaking to the boss on the other end of the line. Lizard hung up and instructed the crew to pause the game. They brought the dice back and exchanged them for fresh dice. The crowd cursed during the pause in play, but no-one dared leave as Smith was on a hot roll. The dice where pushed toward Smith and he picked up two of the ivory squares.
Inhaling, Smith tossed the dice down the table. He closed his eyes as he rolled visualizing hitting the point. The crowd was ready to cheer as the cubes turned down the table. 'Seven, Seven-Out Points Away Pay the Don't', he heard the call. Smith opened his eyes as all his chips were swept off. Lizard cracked a thin smirk as Smith turned to leave. He turned into two enforcers in pinstripe suits - 'You need to come with us. The Boss wants to know when we are getting our credits back.' Smith tried to brush past, but they held him tight in their claws and starting escorting him toward a door in the back.
Smith was now back at the tables with some fresh credits he 'liberated' from a greasy Slum Rat during his shift and he put his money on the felt to buy in. The Yaku pit boss looked him over with lizard eyes during the exchange and slid Smith his chips.
Smith stood back to watch the action. What a bunch of degenrate losers he thought as two rollers threw a point and then the seven. The dice came to Smith and he picked two. I am feeling it tonight he thought to himself as he tossed the cubes down the felt. Winner. Smith was on a roll as he continued to roll. I am going to take these fraggin Yaku tonight and never come back to this pit. Smith began stacking chips on the felt in front of him, he was tired of betting small and wanted to get out of the Den. Just one more roll and I'll pay back these Yaku scum and never come back. A phone call came to the lizard Yaku behind the table. His dull black eyes looked at Smith as he was speaking to the boss on the other end of the line. Lizard hung up and instructed the crew to pause the game. They brought the dice back and exchanged them for fresh dice. The crowd cursed during the pause in play, but no-one dared leave as Smith was on a hot roll. The dice where pushed toward Smith and he picked up two of the ivory squares.
Inhaling, Smith tossed the dice down the table. He closed his eyes as he rolled visualizing hitting the point. The crowd was ready to cheer as the cubes turned down the table. 'Seven, Seven-Out Points Away Pay the Don't', he heard the call. Smith opened his eyes as all his chips were swept off. Lizard cracked a thin smirk as Smith turned to leave. He turned into two enforcers in pinstripe suits - 'You need to come with us. The Boss wants to know when we are getting our credits back.' Smith tried to brush past, but they held him tight in their claws and starting escorting him toward a door in the back.
