Between wandering around from table to table to check on the progress of things and getting a few games in here and there, Peter had taken to hanging out at the bar and was slowly going down the list of drinks they had to offer. The apple martini was a little bit better than the cocktail he was first served, but he couldn't help but wonder if some part of it was just rubbing alcohol mixed into the equation.
He hadn't been drinking for a few years now, and was terribly out of touch. But he'd be a damned shame to his ancestry if he couldn't hold his drink. Peter shuddered as memories of those 10 soju bottles from one particularly wild company party flooded back. One of the reasons he didn't become a typical salary man and chose to teach instead.
The Long Island was placed in front of him brusquely, the bartender a little disgruntled by this strange man's propensity for drink, though he was starting to get impressed by it. Waving back at him airily, Peter smirked and took a sip, squinting his eyes and he tried to consolidate the taste. Not quite as terrible, but he's had better.
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coins: 69/125 Character's name: Prof. Peter Kim Character's faction: University Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: Peter KimView Jersey Number: 19 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER a slightly haggard looking middle-aged man. Grey-haired, perpetually sighing and cleaning his dusty spectacles
phantompanther13
ayyy
Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 8:25 pm
Granny took a seat at the bar, it was time to take a load off. She settled and saw a haggard looking man near by. Why not make some small talk?
"You look a little worst for the wear hun. Are you still working to get yourself out of this mess of a place?" she settled next to him feeling her back rage in anger. the chairs around here were not as comfortable as the one she had back at the mall.
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Character's name: Gracie "Granny" Smith Character's faction: Mall Character's journal link:Link Character's survival stats: link BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER And older women with greying dark hair. It was dyed but the roots are clearly greying. She is wearing a batman costume and carrying a shovel. 2d8-6
Peter blinked at Granny woozily, trying to make out whether this batman suit, shovel-wielding lady was a hallucination or surreal reality.
“Thought I'd enjoy a few drinks here first,” he answered politely, leaning on the counter and propping his head up with his good arm. “And you? May I get you a drink?” he waved for the bartender cheerily.
“I've had varying luck at the tables,” he shrugged, swirling his glass, “But I'd say I'm flattered to be so overvalued, or I'd have bought myself out already.” He strained for a smile, still conflicted about using his coins to save himself before the students.
phantompanther13
Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 3:00 am
"They undervalued me. something about my age. Don't they know a good batman when they see one?" she grinned. "I'll take that drink."
For a moment she paused and looked at him. "You know. I think they valued you about right, but there is the advantages to being under valued. Still, it's not that bad and you can always sell stuff. I'm an impatient women I sold stuff. I got too much living to do rather than sit around trying to save my life over coins."
She sipped at her drink, a small grin on her face.
He giggled like a schoolgirl at Granny's comment, nodding in agreement. “Sounds like Gotham's the safest place to be...”
“The higher the value, the greater the hassle. Part of me thinks it's not worth it but I may just change my mind...” he paused to glance around at the room, as if looking for someone.
“Oh?” he raised his eyebrows at the mention of selling things for coins. “But they might come in useful for the rest if I don't make it. It's all I have to offer, since organ harvesting is out of the question heh.” He took a gulp of his drink to down the poor taste in his last sentence.
“Kah- nevermind that,” he waved his hand, giving her a thumbs up, “I'm sure I'll be fine by the end of it. Casino games are all about statistics no?”
phantompanther13
Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 3:26 am
"They might come but let them. we can fight them off. Though it looks like they are all doomed to eat each other here.... As a society it just isn't sustainable. you are probably doing the world a service getting yourself out. And then you've kicked them where it hurts, at least a little." she nodded as if she knew exactly what to say to this situation. "I'm sticking around because I have grand kids. They got themselves stuck too, so I'm going to cash out what I can and save them. I had already gotten myself out first before I found them... or even realized they were alive. Well tenacity runs in the blood you know."
"But I'll be honest, this casino is never getting my money again. They always work the odds in their own favor you know."
His hand slided over to clutch at his chest, as if he'd been greatly moved.
“Wooahhh omoni you're too cool,” he stared at her in admiration.
“But wow, I've never thought about it in that way,” he scratched his scruffy chin as he pondered over her reasoning. “Looks like I should do the same,” he grinned, raising his glass to her. “Cheers to you, the hero we need but do not deserve~”
“And oh, we don't know about that,” he got up from his seat and staggered for his balance. “I've got a few tricks of my own too,” he winked, tripping a little as the moved a few steps forward.
“And if all fails maybe a dark knight will rise to save me, haha...” he waved goodbye as he headed back towards the tables. There were rumours that night about a drunken card shark, and the best damn hustler they'd seen in a while.
[10 coins]
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coins: 129/125 Character's name: Prof. Peter Kim Character's faction: University Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: Peter KimView Jersey Number: 19 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER a slightly haggard looking middle-aged man. Grey-haired, perpetually sighing and cleaning his dusty spectacles
