The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. Then the soul-erosion produced by high gambling - a compost of greed and fear and nervous tension - becomes unbearable and the senses awake and revolt from it.
Lord Turnips did not know how he had arrived in this casino but he suddenly knew he was tired. Very tired.
If he understood correctly the situation...he had a sizable pile of chips in front of him...somehow...although by now he was used to finding himself in remarkable situations. He suspected vaguely that his schoolyard acquaintances Admiral Rossoroni, Lord Woodpecker Smyth and Lady Marzipan had something to do with his situation.
He shifted himself unobtrusively away from the roulette he had been playing and went to stand for a moment at the brass rail which surrounded breast-high the top table in the salle privee.
It appeared that Lord Toronanga was seated at the top table and had himself amassed a prodigious pile of chips.
UPDATE: Just as Lord Turnips was boldly stepping up the short stairs that led to the top table to match card-playing wits with Lord Toronaga, he was tapped on the shoulder by Woody who breezed by him up the stairs. "No fear old chum, I'm the gamester around here" he whispered to Turnips.
Hmm, wonder what inspired this?
ReplyDeleteOoh, prime rib.
Oh, the trip to Fl... er, I mean The Sun Coast (or some such D&D sounding analog) is on for 19-22 of the month of Mirtul (etc.)
Good news on the synchronicity between your travel dates and my tour of the cricket training camps.
ReplyDeleteMy article may well be a dream. I'm having a hard time writing with one hand as I feed the young lady baby Turnips. Ian Fleming's Casino Royale seems like a nice departure.
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1 doz eggs
pancake mix
Bob Evan's sausage link, 2
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diapers (1 metric ton)
coke zero
chocolate covered pretzels
dog food
turnips, a bunch
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that sounds almost as good as the Freebooter's world-famous "Dapper Gentleman" Sammich!
ReplyDeleteLord Turnips owes his readers some closure for his many lost threads. Excusing away everything away as a dream is episodic and cheap. I might as well be writing for TV.
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