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dudeimbatman) wrote2010-03-10 04:02 pm
dudeimbatman) wrote2010-03-10 04:02 pm
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5th Hunt [Accidental Video] Welcome to my house, buckle up tight
[The communicator shows a thoroughly miserable looking Dean. He's got a glass of whiskey in front of him, his elbows on the bar and he's practically pouting. His mutterings can just barely be heard]
Hot women and I know they're hot but...nothing. The sisters over there? They'd let me take them both home and...this sucks
[He throws back half a glass of whiskey, bumps the communicator and it shuts off.]
[The communicator comes up a while later and Dean is no longer miserable or pouting. In fact he's counting his money, a couple of stacks of violet and a few Indigo chips. There's a table behind him scattered with playing cards and several angry looking guys]
You cheated! [One of the angry men are up and moving toward Dean. He's an average size guy, scruffy and had more than his fair share to drink. Dean laughs and takes a step back toward the pool tables.]
No, you can't play. There's a difference.
You expect me to believe you won all that money from all of us fair and square [He makes a round robin gesture to his friends still sitting at the table]
Pretty much. [Dean starts pointing out people at the table] He does a duck face when he's bluffing. He gets a twitch in his jaw when he's got a good hand. He drums his fingers on the table when he's got nothing and you...[Dean spreads his hands wide] Well you can't play for shit.
[Dodging the guy's right hook isn't even a problem. Dean grabs his arm, smacks him hard with a left jab right on the jaw. The guy goes a little loopy and Dean lets go of his arm to let his own right hook smack the guy in the mouth. Average Joe hits the ground and his friends move up from the table like one entity. The idiot's grin on Dean's face is enough to make a couple of guys back down but that leaves the biggest boy still coming at him. Dean grabs a pool cue, breaks it over the guys head but fails to dodge a punch that makes his head swim. Dean's good at moving forward when he's seeing stars so he does just that, tackling the guy and pushing him into the table. It breaks, cards going everywhere, what's left of the money scattering across the floor. Dean grabs a handful of them, drives his elbow into the guy's diaphragm and then begins really wailing on him. The bouncer drags him off and Dean stops fighting. He's relaxed and still has that idiot's grin on his face when he gets literally tossed out into the dirt. He picks up a couple of violet chips that fell out of his pockets, takes his gun out of his pocket and gets to his feet.]
Easy money my ass
[He's grumbling and counting his money when he notices the camera is on and switches it off]
Hot women and I know they're hot but...nothing. The sisters over there? They'd let me take them both home and...this sucks
[He throws back half a glass of whiskey, bumps the communicator and it shuts off.]
[The communicator comes up a while later and Dean is no longer miserable or pouting. In fact he's counting his money, a couple of stacks of violet and a few Indigo chips. There's a table behind him scattered with playing cards and several angry looking guys]
You cheated! [One of the angry men are up and moving toward Dean. He's an average size guy, scruffy and had more than his fair share to drink. Dean laughs and takes a step back toward the pool tables.]
No, you can't play. There's a difference.
You expect me to believe you won all that money from all of us fair and square [He makes a round robin gesture to his friends still sitting at the table]
Pretty much. [Dean starts pointing out people at the table] He does a duck face when he's bluffing. He gets a twitch in his jaw when he's got a good hand. He drums his fingers on the table when he's got nothing and you...[Dean spreads his hands wide] Well you can't play for shit.
[Dodging the guy's right hook isn't even a problem. Dean grabs his arm, smacks him hard with a left jab right on the jaw. The guy goes a little loopy and Dean lets go of his arm to let his own right hook smack the guy in the mouth. Average Joe hits the ground and his friends move up from the table like one entity. The idiot's grin on Dean's face is enough to make a couple of guys back down but that leaves the biggest boy still coming at him. Dean grabs a pool cue, breaks it over the guys head but fails to dodge a punch that makes his head swim. Dean's good at moving forward when he's seeing stars so he does just that, tackling the guy and pushing him into the table. It breaks, cards going everywhere, what's left of the money scattering across the floor. Dean grabs a handful of them, drives his elbow into the guy's diaphragm and then begins really wailing on him. The bouncer drags him off and Dean stops fighting. He's relaxed and still has that idiot's grin on his face when he gets literally tossed out into the dirt. He picks up a couple of violet chips that fell out of his pockets, takes his gun out of his pocket and gets to his feet.]
Easy money my ass
[He's grumbling and counting his money when he notices the camera is on and switches it off]
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[We can hope]
Yeah? I just work with Sam but the hustling thing is just to keep us in diner food and my baby in gas.
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[Now Hardison is interested.] Your baby?
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[He brightens visibly when Hardison wants to talk about the Impala.]
A 1967 Chevy Impala. She's beautiful.
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[Hardison's good with talking shop, he'll be manly and let the dead parent subject lie.]
Still in good condition, really?
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Yup. Nearly mint. There's a couple of stains in the leather in the back seat I can't get out but other then that, she's perfect. Still got the original cassette player and radio in her.
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Wait, cassettes? For real? Dude, it's time to enter this century.
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Dude? Seriously? You don't mess with perfection and my baby is perfection.
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So other than cheating idiots out of their money, what else you do around here?
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[The latter requires a bit of thought on his part. He takes a sip of his beer]
Not much so far. Work on my car. Shoot things down here in the Underground.
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At least you exert it on the right things. I'm still kind of reeling from all this comic book come true stuff. Waiting for it all to catch up with me, you know?
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I'm guessing you didn't come from a place where this shit was normal?