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Oct. 15th, 2018 02:05 pmMad Sweeney is playing three games of checkers at once and winning every one of them.
One might say checkers isn't a game of luck, exactly, and Sweeney would probably agree, but he'd argue that his good luck had led him to find the three worst players in Darrow, and the three players most willing to make stupid bets on their stupid games. So while it might not be due to his luck that he's winning, it is due to his luck that he's about to win a very significant sum of money.
And when he does, there's a good share of cursing all around, but not one of the players seems to suspect Mad Sweeney is anything but an exceptional checkers player, which he thinks is pretty fucking ridiculous on their part, but he's not about to work to change their minds. He's the one with a solid stack of cash after all this and he grins as he folds it over and then tucks it into his pocket.
Money's not an issue for him. The hoard of gold at his fingertips makes sure of that, but he's always liked gambling. He's always liked winning. Seems Darrow is no different in that regard.
As he puts the cash away, he catches sight of a kid watching him. Thick glasses, the kind Sweeney figures get broken every so often by some other asshole kid at school, and he's vaguely familiar. It's possible he lives at the Home and Sweeney has caught sight of him once or twice when he goes to check in on Eddie, but he tends not to pay much attention to the other kids. Last thing he fucking needs is two of them hanging around.
"Big checkers fan or am I just that pretty?" Sweeney asks with a little smirk and a tilt of his head as he reaches into his pocket for his cigarettes.
One might say checkers isn't a game of luck, exactly, and Sweeney would probably agree, but he'd argue that his good luck had led him to find the three worst players in Darrow, and the three players most willing to make stupid bets on their stupid games. So while it might not be due to his luck that he's winning, it is due to his luck that he's about to win a very significant sum of money.
And when he does, there's a good share of cursing all around, but not one of the players seems to suspect Mad Sweeney is anything but an exceptional checkers player, which he thinks is pretty fucking ridiculous on their part, but he's not about to work to change their minds. He's the one with a solid stack of cash after all this and he grins as he folds it over and then tucks it into his pocket.
Money's not an issue for him. The hoard of gold at his fingertips makes sure of that, but he's always liked gambling. He's always liked winning. Seems Darrow is no different in that regard.
As he puts the cash away, he catches sight of a kid watching him. Thick glasses, the kind Sweeney figures get broken every so often by some other asshole kid at school, and he's vaguely familiar. It's possible he lives at the Home and Sweeney has caught sight of him once or twice when he goes to check in on Eddie, but he tends not to pay much attention to the other kids. Last thing he fucking needs is two of them hanging around.
"Big checkers fan or am I just that pretty?" Sweeney asks with a little smirk and a tilt of his head as he reaches into his pocket for his cigarettes.
