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Cammeh
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<Mm, it was a close one. From what I heard, Dmitri caught a stray bullet in the chest. Emily O'Connor took him to an old friend of hers, that retired dancer,> Cesare remembered thoughtfully. He was thinking more about what to do with his brother. <And that last time wasn't completely useless,> he added. <What if we share the job? There are some things I could teach him, but I'm not best with the handgun. Not for precision. And it really has been almost too quiet for us. I wonder if letting him do a bit of running would give him some action.> He finished his vocal thought process and smirked at his cousin. <I think this is going to be much different than last time. And I know he looks up to you just as much as he does me. It would mean a lot to him to hear it come from you. I'll teach him to use the Lupara, and if he's any good, maybe even give him his own. And I can teach him my gentle art of, persuasion.>
<Mm, nyet. She and her cousin now work for some married friends of theirs, brewers. Mrs. Tarquinius broke some of their fingers, and Tig's nose. But from what Emily told me, the nose was Tig's own fault,> he chuckled. <Apparently, some of his old girlfriends broke it a few times, and it was crooked. He decided to ask her to straighten it for him, and she obliged.> He remembered Emily rolling her eyes heavily at her cousin while she recounted the story. He had found it all a bit amusing. Well, not the fact that she was in pain, but more from the relief that the punishment had not been too severe.
"The betting takes some time to learn, but it's the roll of the dice that is the real skill," he explained, stepping up confidently to a moderately full table and slapping down a twenty dollar bill. There were a few 'oooohs', low whistles, and murmurs of 'here he comes' from the people gathered around. When the dice came around to him, Vanni picked them up and skillfully dispatched them down the length of the table. The side bets immediately started heating up.
<Mm, nyet. She and her cousin now work for some married friends of theirs, brewers. Mrs. Tarquinius broke some of their fingers, and Tig's nose. But from what Emily told me, the nose was Tig's own fault,> he chuckled. <Apparently, some of his old girlfriends broke it a few times, and it was crooked. He decided to ask her to straighten it for him, and she obliged.> He remembered Emily rolling her eyes heavily at her cousin while she recounted the story. He had found it all a bit amusing. Well, not the fact that she was in pain, but more from the relief that the punishment had not been too severe.
"The betting takes some time to learn, but it's the roll of the dice that is the real skill," he explained, stepping up confidently to a moderately full table and slapping down a twenty dollar bill. There were a few 'oooohs', low whistles, and murmurs of 'here he comes' from the people gathered around. When the dice came around to him, Vanni picked them up and skillfully dispatched them down the length of the table. The side bets immediately started heating up.