Archivist note: This post is from an older recovered archive.
((Posted by Mr Underby on June 15, 2010))
Mayor Tenk must have been exceedingly bored when trapped in that jail cell recently, for the game of Queen’s Tits I came to play with him filled him with enough joy that he has allowed me to stop by his office after hours each Thursday night since he was released.
The games are relaxed and informal, and I have been surprised to find myself actually enjoying them. My natural proclivity for card games makes most matches with regular folk a dreadful bore, and I haven’t volunteered for a match since my days in training with ZauZajer. Now, there was a man who could play cards. However, Tenk’s innate ability with probabilities makes him more than an even match for me, which was been incredibly delicious.
Picture this Journal, Tenk and Underby chuckling around cigars while drinking coffee spiked with gin. Actually, I don’t know what Tenk puts in his coffee, but I know what is in mine: black as night, sweet as sin, with just a touch of the juniper juice.
As of yet I have only won a single game fairly, though five are marked in my favour on the chalkboard. I am still a snake at dealing from the bottom of the deck, and I like to fancy that even Tenk’s talented ears can’t hear anything amiss when I deal. Though I must admit, that single genuine win was the most thrilling moment I have felt since Dizelle opened her eyes in Falun. It has been a good spring.
Of course, all good things must come to an end… I will eventually have to raise the stakes in the winnings, eventually.
U.
