i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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gaze into the glass
POSTED ON Jun 22, 2019 17:28:45 GMT
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The game is boring because Kingsley is winning and he has never quite known what to do with a victory other than move onto the next. They are running out of money and Kingsley is running out of interest, but the last few coins keep him seated. If he is going to win, he wants it to hurt.
Someone plays a card. Kingsley glances at it, at his own hand, then back around the bar for a brief moment when he's certain none of the other players are watching him. For a split second, he meets someone's gaze. It lasts just long enough for his chair to tip forward and land on its front legs.
"I fold," he says and he spares them only a brief smile before collecting his earnings. The hunch shouldered man begins to stand but by the time he is on his feet, Kingsley is gone.
He slips into the space between Dominic's seat and an empty one. Empty, he thinks, because Dominic has the sort of face that warns people to stay away. Kingsley leans back against it, bracing his hands on the cushion.
"Hey sweet thing," he says, lips pulled back into a lazy grin, "you got a name or can I call you mine?" [newclass=.igglybuff] width: 350px; padding: 20px; border: 1px solid #272727; background-color: #2e2e2e; background-image:url(https://i.postimg.cc/3rt55nFV/always-grey.png); margin: 0 auto; [/newclass] [newclass=.igglybuff b] color: #716075; [/newclass] [newclass=.igglybuff-wrapper] background:#343434; padding: 30px; font-color: #888; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; border: 1px solid #272727;[/newclass]
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