gordon

[Leif]

Sounds of laughter were pretty much always a good thing in The Goblin. The sound of winning however? That wasn't such a great thing. But, there were fair odds. He usually made his percentage. The man walked between a few lines of the tables with smoking people sitting at them and getting drunk. But, he noticed a few at one table were starting to get sober and that they were turning away any offers of more. It was a high stakes table. Gordon stood there and watched them silently as they were playing smart. Counting cards perhaps? Gordon flashed a signal to the dealer to throw in another two decks of cards to be safe, including a deck of magical cards that'd reshuffle itself from discarded hands.

"Rowan!" Gordon called out, as he moved to the bar. He stood there, looking over the counter. He took a deep breath and spoke again, softly, "We need to get that table drunk. Strong drinks, care to play a few rounds of blackjack and make those Swedish blondes go back to wherever they're from with nothing left in their pocket?" He glanced back at that table, making sure the spots were open. The two spots were still there. Just enough for him and Rowan. "When is the last time you even had a day off?" he eyed him curiously. "I'm pleased with your department. Drinks seem to be selling better than food."

He took a breath of air, not bothering to turn around again. He took a seat on the barstool, waiting for the strong drinks to be made. "How long have you worked for me now?"

[Leif]

[presto]

hello @rowan

:].

[/presto]

Sounds of laughter were pretty much always a good thing in The Goblin. The sound of winning however? That wasn't such a great thing. But, there were fair odds. He usually made his percentage. The man walked between a few lines of the tables with smoking people sitting at them and getting drunk. But, he noticed a few at one table were starting to get sober and that they were turning away any offers of more. It was a high stakes table. Gordon stood there and watched them silently as they were playing smart. Counting cards perhaps? Gordon flashed a signal to the dealer to throw in another two decks of cards to be safe, including a deck of magical cards that'd reshuffle itself from discarded hands.

"Rowan!" Gordon called out, as he moved to the bar. He stood there, looking over the counter. He took a deep breath and spoke again, softly, "We need to get that table drunk. Strong drinks, care to play a few rounds of blackjack and make those Swedish blondes go back to wherever they're from with nothing left in their pocket?" He glanced back at that table, making sure the spots were open. The two spots were still there. Just enough for him and Rowan. "When is the last time you even had a day off?" he eyed him curiously. "I'm pleased with your department. Drinks seem to be selling better than food."

He took a breath of air, not bothering to turn around again. He took a seat on the barstool, waiting for the strong drinks to be made. "How long have you worked for me now?"

[Leif]

Sounds of laughter were pretty much always a good thing in The Goblin. The sound of winning however? That wasn't such a great thing. But, there were fair odds. He usually made his percentage. The man walked between a few lines of the tables with smoking people sitting at them and getting drunk. But, he noticed a few at one table were starting to get sober and that they were turning away any offers of more. It was a high stakes table. Gordon stood there and watched them silently as they were playing smart. Counting cards perhaps? Gordon flashed a signal to the dealer to throw in another two decks of cards to be safe, including a deck of magical cards that'd reshuffle itself from discarded hands.

"Rowan!" Gordon called out, as he moved to the bar. He stood there, looking over the counter. He took a deep breath and spoke again, softly, "We need to get that table drunk. Strong drinks, care to play a few rounds of blackjack and make those Swedish blondes go back to wherever they're from with nothing left in their pocket?" He glanced back at that table, making sure the spots were open. The two spots were still there. Just enough for him and Rowan. "When is the last time you even had a day off?" he eyed him curiously. "I'm pleased with your department. Drinks seem to be selling better than food."

He took a breath of air, not bothering to turn around again. He took a seat on the barstool, waiting for the strong drinks to be made. "How long have you worked for me now?"

[presto]

hello @rowan

:].

[/presto]