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Post by TEMPERANCE KENSINGTON on Aug 21, 2010 18:41:12 GMT -5
the tavern smelled like beer and sweat. people of all shapes and sizes were chatting loudly around tables and bars, drinks in hand and a variety of expressions on their faces. some of them were dirty in more ways that one, and others seemed well enough, keeping to themselves and drinking away thoughts they never wanted in the first place. as you could imagine, the sight of a young woman entering the tavern wouldn't be uncommon. but then, a woman in a floor length dress with her hair done up and no soot or soil spoiling her pristine appearance just might be. more than a few stares came her way when she entered, and she held all gazes coolly with her bright blue eyes, a smug look appearing on her face. for a girl with a hell of a pokerface, she didn't use it often. temperance approached the bar, walking with a straight back and and purposeful steps. the bartender eyed her with a doubtful look on his face, but no one could truly argue with the confidence held by the nineteen year old. especially on tortuga. ordering herself a beer, she waited and leaned ever so slightly against the bar itself. the strange looks were commonplace for her, and she returned each one with a polite smile, thinly veiled with a knowing look. a few voices shouted out among the crowd, addressing her by a name she knew very well. spades. she was becoming less and less of lady temperance, choosing to be spades instead. one of the best card-counters in england, she had a reputation for gambling. and winning. her beer handed to her, she nodded in thanks, offering pay, and began sipping silently, awaiting the proper moment to ... strike.
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