09-07-2009, 06:04 PM
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 » Why not? We'll wing it as we go. Rustling noises sounded throughout the hollow, empty building, their epicentre focused rather precisely behind a large bar with carved wood accents. Dust hung thick in the air--for a moment the rustling stopped and it was followed by a sneeze. At this point, Anselm's head popped up from behind the bar, the sharp gold of his fur in high contrast with the otherwise dusky and grey setting. Rubbing his nose, he set the last bottle he'd found atop the bar--four in all. Vodka, rum, and a couple of others he didn't recognise. Clambering back over the top of the bar, he grabbed the rum and made his way to the window. As he threw it open, the festive colours of the casino became much more evident. Kicking a toppled chair back upright, he sat down in it and rested his feet on the small round table in front of him. One dark-tipped ear flicked as he noticed a small box at his feet. Frowning, he picked it up and used a black nail to open the lid. Tapping the deck of cards against his palm to free them from their confines, he began to skim through the deck, placing the jokers aside on instinct. With surprising dexterity, he began to shuffle the cards absent mindedly, occasionally taking swigs of his bottle and glancing out to the outside world. The feel of the cards in his hands, the sound of them falling neatly into line with one another.. it was enough to inspire a fierce nostalgia in the male. Memories that he could've sworn were ghosts came flooding back--maybe some of them were real. In his younger days, when the boys had gotten half a moment of peace, they'd often found themselves retreating deep to the unfrequented parts of the territory, alcohol, smokes, and a deck of cards in tow. He could still kind of remember the rules to some of the games--but alas, they were pointless without others to play with. It was a shame most of the original crew was dead; other than Leroy lately, he hadn't even come close to rediscovering those few decent moments of youth. His eyes closed briefly, his mind awash with a hundred emotions he could not define.  |