Disclaimers: I don not own Trigun or its characters. I am not making any money off of this story; it is purely for my enjoyment. Oh, and I don't own the song "Walking on the Sun" (or whatever it's called.) by Smash Mouth. NO SUE, NO SUE!
Authors Note: What's up people, you don't like my story? ;_; Come on, it's not THAT bad. R & R, I beg you! Oh well. On with the insanity. ^_^
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Things slowed down in the bar after the fight, which happened around 9:30, and it was pretty empty by 10 pm. Jess and I walked around and talked to the men that were still left. Eventually I got invited to join 3 guys who were playing a lagging game of poker. Jess gave me the Ok, saying they wouldn't try and rough me up, "Not that I think they can.", he said while laughing. He gave me a few bills and said to win him some extra cash. So, I sat down and they deled me in.
"Ok guys, what's the starting bid?"
The man to my right, a tow headed guy with a goatee and brown eyes, thought for a moment. "Say, 5 double dollars?" He looked at his companions, who both nodded in agreement.
Wait a sec. Double dollars?
I pulled out one of the bills Jess had given me, and sure enough, at the bottom it read "One Double Dollar". But, it had on it a picture of, what looked like, George Washington.
Shit. I do believe I am in the Trigun universe, or something.
"Uh, sure." I pulled out the role of bills and threw in a $$5. The dealer, a brown haired, dark eyed, weather beaten man, sat across from me and flipped me 5 cards.
Not a bad hand.
I got two eights, a jack, a two and a five. I tossed back the 2 and 5, and in return I received a another eight and a six.
The guy to my left and the dealer's right, a skinny guy with blue, shifty eyes and blond curly hair, didn't seem as happy with hand, even when he traded in some cards, because the next thing he did was push his chair back and fold.
The dealer looked at his quizzically. "Why so soon?"
The guy shook his head and just watched.
Oh well. The other two looked to me to start the betting.
"Hmmm… Ok, I bet $$10 then."
The guy to my right just shook his head and folded too. Apparently these two hadn't been having good luck as of late. Now it was the dealer's turn. "Fine. I'll see you and raise you $$5."
"Kay. I'll see you and raise you $$5." It went on like that for another ten minutes before the other two gave up and left. Jess had come over originally with drinks to watch, but had to leave to take care of someone that had come in right as the other two left. It was some blond man.
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30 minutes later, I was too drunk to form coherent speech and I had to piss like a racehorse. The pot had grown to consist of $$650, my tank top and my pants. When I'd bet my pants, a collective intake of breath could be heard and I think I heard some choke on their beer. I was too stoned to care or notice. All I wanted was to win this game. Unfortunately, I was out of money.
The dealer, I learned was named Jack smiled bemusedly. "You gonna fold now?"
"Fnaw!", was my indignant response. I squinted at my cards, trying to see what I had. I kept forgetting.
"That's enough. The two of you are done. Show your cards." Jess sounded a little miffed.
"Oh, come on Jess, I was just about to get her to bet her other shirt. I want to know if it's as interesting as her legs!"
I could feel Jess's scowl at my back. "It's almost midnight, you have my new assistant filled with more beer than a keg and you want her other shirt. I don't think so. Now, show your cards!"
We laid our cards down, mine scattering a little.
"Oh, for the love of-. Damn it!" Jack didn't sound too happy.
"Huh? Fwid hi gin?"
"You won Nicky! Tree eights beet three sevens! You got it all!"
"Wewy? Wah!" I stood up, (how I managed is beyond me) and started to stager around the bar, cheering myself. I heard a few chuckles and someone snorted their beer (on accident I hope). Unfortunately, being drunk severally impaired my depth perception and I ran into a wall. Thus, causing me to fall and pass out.
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The bar was quiet when Vash arrived. The only activity seemed to be a poker game. He sat down and the bartender, a large, stocky man came over. He ordered of Keroneko beer and sat watching the poker game. It got really interesting when the young man bet his pants, and he turned out to be a girl! And on her legs was an extensive scar collection that rivaled Vash's own. Vash was so shocked, that he choked on his beer when he gasped with everyone else. Once he stopped coughing and spluttering, he cocked his head to the side to see if would make any sense from a different angle.
Nope. Still weird.
He called the bartender over and asked him about it. Jess smiled at the blond man's question.
"Sure she's a girl. I know, I had to do a double take too. It's the hair."
Vash nodded and went back to watching the game. By now, she was stone cold drunk and having a hard time seeing her cards. Seeing this, her employer went over and forced them to show their hands. He was not too happy at having his new assistant too drunk to focus on anything.
But, she won.
Wow. I wasn't expecting that.
And what sent him into fits of laughter, was how funny she looked getting up, wobbling around the room and cheering for herself. It was so funny, that he snorted half his beer before he could stop himself. Of course, he became concerned when she ran into the wall and passed out. He was the only one left in the bar, since the loser had left a second before. This being the case, he got up and helped the bartender take her up to her room above the bar.
"Man, she's heavier than she looks.", Vash observed.
"Yeah, but it sure helps her to defend what's hers. Like with that guy she chucked across the street. Did you see it?"
"Yes, but I thought she was a man." He laughed at himself and the bartender nodded.
By then, they had reached the room. It was small but with clean, whitewashed walls. A paned window on the wall opposite the door looked out over the dark street in front of the bar. The bed was under the window. When they laid her down, she sighed and flipped onto her stomach.
"Good. At least I won't have to watch her."
"Uh, should we take her shoes off or something?"
Jess looked at him.
"NO! I didn't mean it like that! Just her shoes to make her more comfortable." He was blushing furiously.
Jess looked at him a moment longer. "Ok, why not."
"What about her pants?"
"Don't even think about it." Jess hissed.
"What?! We put them on."
"No."
"Fine, just a thought."
"Well, keep your thoughts to yourself."
They pulled off her shoes and got her under the covers without any "compromising incidents". They left Nicky sound asleep and went back sown to the main bar. When they were down stairs, Jess turned to the blond man and looked him straight in the eyes.
"Thank you for helping me with Nicky."
Vash smiled. "No problem. I was happy to help."
He started to leave, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. Jess stood with his hand out. "You forgot to pay for the beer."
sweet drop "Oh, sorry. Here."
Vash handed him a $$5. Jess nodded and watched the blond walk down the street to the hotel.
He turned back to the bar and a half smile graced his face.
That one's going to be trouble. I'll bet my last double dollar on it.
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Well, what do you all think? It's getting good isn't it. I'm enjoying this. ^_^
Well, I'm going to work on the next chapter. Later Days!!
: : : Grads Vash and Knives as they try to hide in the corner and drag them away to talk about the next chapter. : : :
my mom- 0_o I don't want to know.
: : : Vash and Knives are heard yelling in the background. : : :
Kuroneko : Mya =^_^=