The odds might be bad, but Daniel liked cards. There was camaraderie in it and the game gave him a chance to sit down with a bunch of guys and blend: human or vampire, it didn’t matter if you slapped money on the table. He was goddamned awful at reading other players – even worse at cultivating his own poker face. His wins stayed small because he was the self-satisfied schmuck chuckling when he got dealt a good hand. He looked at the woman, who he guessed to be a retiree blowing some savings bonds. Daniel knew she was old money because he came from old money. The eau de toilette, the tailored blouse, the jewelry (understated but expensive). “I’m what you might call a free-loader’,” he said. The women in his family hated free-loaders more than they hated immigrants and that was saying a lot. He let himself slide into old habits; he said whatever he thought might get a rise out of the dreaded trio: Mother, Aunt, Grandmother.
“I’m between jobs right now. Can’t seem to find anything that,” he put a hand to his chest, “lets me be me. I’ve been thinking maybe golf caddy? Valet? Nah, too much sun damage. Gotta keep my youthful complexion. “ He smiled, a pleased man-child, from all indications.
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on 2013-09-06 07:50 pm (UTC)The odds might be bad, but Daniel liked cards. There was camaraderie in it and the game gave him a chance to sit down with a bunch of guys and blend: human or vampire, it didn’t matter if you slapped money on the table. He was goddamned awful at reading other players – even worse at cultivating his own poker face. His wins stayed small because he was the self-satisfied schmuck chuckling when he got dealt a good hand.
He looked at the woman, who he guessed to be a retiree blowing some savings bonds. Daniel knew she was old money because he came from old money. The eau de toilette, the tailored blouse, the jewelry (understated but expensive). “I’m what you might call a free-loader’,” he said. The women in his family hated free-loaders more than they hated immigrants and that was saying a lot. He let himself slide into old habits; he said whatever he thought might get a rise out of the dreaded trio: Mother, Aunt, Grandmother.
“I’m between jobs right now. Can’t seem to find anything that,” he put a hand to his chest, “lets me be me. I’ve been thinking maybe golf caddy? Valet? Nah, too much sun damage. Gotta keep my youthful complexion. “ He smiled, a pleased man-child, from all indications.