You don't think I'm nice enough to let you win twice in a row, do you?
[He smiles as he deals them each their next face up cards to show that he knows very well she won fair and square. The bantering is fun to him, though. At work he has to be the ever-professional manager so he didn't get to joke around while playing cards too often. And in Luceti he just plain doesn't get to play frequently.]
[She's smirking too, though. She won't ever admit that she's missed bantering with someone -- missed bantering with her crew, to be more specific -- but she supposes that if she has to pass the time with someone, Firo's all right.
...this hand of hers, however, is not. After he deals out their next cards, it's clear that nothing is going to save it.]
Ah, fuck. [With a flick of her wrist, she slides the cards back towards Firo, folding for this round.]
[He jumps a little at the movement, just as startled by its suddenness as he is by her folding. Knowing when to fold is a good skill, but she seemed like the type to go to the bitter end.]
I'm not a dumbass, I know a lost cause when I see one. [Unlike some other person she knows. (Lookin' at you, Rock.)] So, you wanna hear about that bartender fighting over the phone with a cartel foot soldier?
[It was part of the lead-up to the recent clusterfuck with Roberta and the U.S. military, but in a life like Revy's, you gotta take the bright spots when you see 'em.]
Okay, so one day, me and a pal are just sitting at the bar having a drink and talkin' about some shit that's come up in town, yeah? Then Gustavo shows up with some of his cartel flunkies. By sheer coincidence -- [her tone makes it clear that it's anything but] -- they wanna to know about the same shit we're talkin' about.
And then who should come in at that moment but the very topic of our conversation -- a killer maid from Venezuela.
[Honestly, the killer maid part is probably gonna be more interesting than Bao fighting over the phone with Gustavo. But whether Revy will explain enough of that story is still up in the air.]
[It almost sounds like the opening to a joke: "a drug lord and a killer maid walk into a bar..." but Firo's more confused than amused. He raises an eyebrow at Revy.]
...Uh-huh. And I suppose that's normal where you're from?
[He still looks absolutely baffled by this concept, but he supposes there's some sense in it. She could probably sneak into a lot of places and get people to let their guards down.]
Actually, no, which is why everyone in Roanapur was shittin' their pants when they found out she was in town. This particular maid wasn't the one everyone was worried about, though -- we had another one a while back that was a million times more awful. Fuckin' Terminator, that one.
[Unfortunately for Firo, Little Mac could only expose him to so many modern movies in the time they had together. Her explanation only sends him further spiraling into confusion.]
So! Even though this maid right now isn't the one we were all worried about, she's still trouble. She was employed by the same family as the other one, so obviously there had to be some connection there. Eventually she gets into a fight with the cartel thugs and starts mowin' them down like overgrown grass.
Now of course Gustavo is fucking terrified and wants more of his boys to back him up. The bar phone starts ringing 'cause his men outside are wondering what the fuck is going on inside, but Bao doesn't want his bar destroyed for the millionth time, so he grabs the phone away from Gustavo and tells him to get the hell out. Gustavo lunges for the phone again, and, well...
Let's just say they got into the wrestling match of the century. Seriously, you'd never have found anything that golden on Pay-Per-View.
[And this was the real deal, not that staged BS on WWF and the like.]
That's the thing with a lot of scumbags like him. They can wear the finest Italian suits around, but that doesn't change the fact that they're walking sacks of shit that'll fall apart if you so much poke at 'em.
Well, Bao managed to smash the phone in the process, so I guess you could say he won. But the line going dead spooked Gustavo's goons outside into firing on the bar, so Bao got himself some free open-air renovations. Between them and Little Miss Maid pulling out a grenade launcher inside the place, the Yellow Flag was the worst I'd ever seen it.
[And it wasn't her fault this time! Not completely.]
Yeah, I almost thought the bar was a goner! I didn't recognize the model she used, so I wasn't sure how many rounds were in it. But she fired off enough to make her point, and some of the shittiest scumbags in Roanapur fled in terror from a little girl who'd barely begun to grow her tits out.
[He wrinkles his nose in distaste at her last remark. Come on, Revy, you can't just talk about a girl like that! But (thankfully) before he can give her a lecture on manners he's distracted by one of the thousands of questions bouncing around in his head right now.]
...So, hang on a sec. What were you doin' this whole time?
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[He deals them each three cards--two face down, one face up, just like before.]
Same stakes as before? I'd like to hear somethin' about your world.
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Hey, now, don't be so sure I'll be talkin'. Maybe you'll just have to tell me more about immortals getting eaten.
[Though when she checks her hand, things aren't looking too promising for her. But -- she still might have a chance, if she gets the right cards.]
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You don't think I'm nice enough to let you win twice in a row, do you?
[He smiles as he deals them each their next face up cards to show that he knows very well she won fair and square. The bantering is fun to him, though. At work he has to be the ever-professional manager so he didn't get to joke around while playing cards too often. And in Luceti he just plain doesn't get to play frequently.]
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You "let" me win? As if.
[She's smirking too, though. She won't ever admit that she's missed bantering with someone -- missed bantering with her crew, to be more specific -- but she supposes that if she has to pass the time with someone, Firo's all right.
...this hand of hers, however, is not. After he deals out their next cards, it's clear that nothing is going to save it.]
Ah, fuck. [With a flick of her wrist, she slides the cards back towards Firo, folding for this round.]
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[He jumps a little at the movement, just as startled by its suddenness as he is by her folding. Knowing when to fold is a good skill, but she seemed like the type to go to the bitter end.]
Givin' up already?
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I'd be offended if you did.
[She shrugs.]
I'm not a dumbass, I know a lost cause when I see one. [Unlike some other person she knows. (Lookin' at you, Rock.)] So, you wanna hear about that bartender fighting over the phone with a cartel foot soldier?
[It was part of the lead-up to the recent clusterfuck with Roberta and the U.S. military, but in a life like Revy's, you gotta take the bright spots when you see 'em.]
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Fair enough.
[He gathers their cards up and gives them a quick shuffle before he sets the deck aside.]
Yeah, shoot!
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Okay, so one day, me and a pal are just sitting at the bar having a drink and talkin' about some shit that's come up in town, yeah? Then Gustavo shows up with some of his cartel flunkies. By sheer coincidence -- [her tone makes it clear that it's anything but] -- they wanna to know about the same shit we're talkin' about.
And then who should come in at that moment but the very topic of our conversation -- a killer maid from Venezuela.
[Honestly, the killer maid part is probably gonna be more interesting than Bao fighting over the phone with Gustavo. But whether Revy will explain enough of that story is still up in the air.]
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A what?
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You heard me. A killer maid. Blades in her shoes and automatics in her sleeves, equipped for the most important kind of clean-up duty.
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[He still looks absolutely baffled by this concept, but he supposes there's some sense in it. She could probably sneak into a lot of places and get people to let their guards down.]
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Actually, no, which is why everyone in Roanapur was shittin' their pants when they found out she was in town. This particular maid wasn't the one everyone was worried about, though -- we had another one a while back that was a million times more awful. Fuckin' Terminator, that one.
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..."Terminator"?
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[Revy's a little surprised that Firo doesn't seem to be understanding the Terminator reference. He got the Rocky one just fine!]
Yeah, you know! The movie with Ah-nold "I'll-be-back" Schwarzenegger. She even did the whole walking-out-of-the-fire-unscathed thing!
[...which Revy only found out later from Rock because she'd actually been knocked out when it happened.]
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The move with who?
[Geez, and people say he has a funky last name.]
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[Revy just stares at him in disbelief before shaking her head. Maybe they just didn't get that stuff over in Italy or something.]
...never mind. The point is that everyone was expecting a lot more trouble than they actually got. Well, at first, anyway.
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[He nods and waves his hand for her to continue.]
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Now of course Gustavo is fucking terrified and wants more of his boys to back him up. The bar phone starts ringing 'cause his men outside are wondering what the fuck is going on inside, but Bao doesn't want his bar destroyed for the millionth time, so he grabs the phone away from Gustavo and tells him to get the hell out. Gustavo lunges for the phone again, and, well...
Let's just say they got into the wrestling match of the century. Seriously, you'd never have found anything that golden on Pay-Per-View.
[And this was the real deal, not that staged BS on WWF and the like.]
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He clucks his tongue in disdain.]
You'd think he'd have more dignity.
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[Gangsters may be pretty similar to drug lords, but Firo feels no kinship with them at all.]
So who won?
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[She snorts.]
Well, Bao managed to smash the phone in the process, so I guess you could say he won. But the line going dead spooked Gustavo's goons outside into firing on the bar, so Bao got himself some free open-air renovations. Between them and Little Miss Maid pulling out a grenade launcher inside the place, the Yellow Flag was the worst I'd ever seen it.
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[He's getting anxious just thinking about something similar happening in Alveare or his casino.]
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Yeah, I almost thought the bar was a goner! I didn't recognize the model she used, so I wasn't sure how many rounds were in it. But she fired off enough to make her point, and some of the shittiest scumbags in Roanapur fled in terror from a little girl who'd barely begun to grow her tits out.
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...So, hang on a sec. What were you doin' this whole time?
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