Whether at cards or by force of will, he won the “trinket” either way. Little Miss changed the game from cards to force and thought herself clever, clever enough to bring her own house down.
Force? He called her a whore in her own bar. He forced her hand, and it was but a slap. Then he had his hands on her and wouldn’t let go. The bodyguards do nothing more than protect her. He murdered those bodyguards needlessly. He could have bought the neckless, or took it and left without the murder.
Carapace – The game happened. Mme. D. played her hand, which was a pair of clubs. JHH countered with a Full House (of Ill Repute ON FIRE). The game goes to JHH.
This makes me want to burn down a saloon, just so I can pay for my drinks on the way out.
Okay, yeah, that is fucking smooth.
You should do a wallpaper of him walking through the fire with an evil smile on his face.
There is just something about Fire and Evil together that seem so… awesome.
It’s about to get REAL.
Now, where is Ennio Morricone when you need him.
In a way, this is the best ever compliment.
You can tell he’s a true gentleman pyro- He pays for his drink before he leaves. Class.
Just because he’s the most wanted man in the territory doesn’t mean he was raised by wolves.
Haha! That’s hilarious!
But he didn’t win that necklace! The game never happened!
…Methinks Hunter is perhaps not completely virtuous and fair-dealing.
Whether at cards or by force of will, he won the “trinket” either way. Little Miss changed the game from cards to force and thought herself clever, clever enough to bring her own house down.
Force? He called her a whore in her own bar. He forced her hand, and it was but a slap. Then he had his hands on her and wouldn’t let go. The bodyguards do nothing more than protect her.
He murdered those bodyguards needlessly. He could have bought the neckless, or took it and left without the murder.
Carapace – The game happened. Mme. D. played her hand, which was a pair of clubs. JHH countered with a Full House (of Ill Repute ON FIRE). The game goes to JHH.
This makes me want to burn down a saloon, just so I can pay for my drinks on the way out.
(Also reminds me of Han Solo in Star Wars tossing money to the Mos Eisley cantina owner on his way out. “Sorry about the mess.”)