recolle | OTA | you can call me honey but i just might sting

OTA | you can call me honey but i just might sting

WHO: Mary Saotome + you!
WHERE: Various locations: the Inkwell, the zoo, Churchill Downs...
WHEN: July 4th - End of the month!
WHAT: Catchall for bingo!
WARNINGS: none i can think of!

OTA 1. Churchill Downs.

[ now that mary knows that chocobos are not, in fact, normal, she can't help but wonder how the hell she ever thought otherwise.

it's not that she's afraid of them or anything--no, of course not--but they are...huge. and fluffy? mary's never really had contact with a chocobo, even if as a little girl she wanted riding lessons (with horses, which existed then) and couldn't afford them. the birds in the stables are, according to this stupid bingo card, able to be ridden, and she stands with her feet on the bottom rung of the fence, peering over the edge of the paddock to the birds, which squawk and amble about.

right. race a chocobo with someone. it shouldn't be that hard.

one of the birds notices her, though, and immediately makes a beeline for the fence--mary jumps, startled, and leaps back, right in time for the bird to make a swipe at the black ribbon hanging from her pigtails. ] Hey--

[ the bird kweh's! unhappily, and mary sticks her hand out to try to hold it away. it looks like she's having a staring contest with the bird at this point, a battle of wills...! she has to ride the damn thing, with another person, but first she maybe needs to get on it.

which means it needs to stop trying to eat her ribbons. please stop this standoff. ]

OTA 2. The Inkwell

[ the inkwell is mary's favorite hangout--something probably not okay for a nineteen year old--but whatever. it has nothing to do with drinks, anyway, since she orders herself a shirley temple and gets settled at her usual barstool in the middle, shuffling a pack of cards like a goddamn dealer and spinning a little on her chair.

challenge someone to a duel, says the bingo card. use your powers, says the bingo card. mary has never been a fan of following things exactly as they're supposed to be followed, and she decides to take the meaning as loosely as possible, setting her freshly shuffled deck of cards down. the cards themselves look plain, a set of blue "bicycle" cards, with no visible cheats or anything like that.

(visible to you anyway.)

she smiles, turns to the person next to her. ] Do you want to play a game with me?

[ look at this perky young girl. surely she just wants to pass the time in a fun way. how could you say no. you could probably fleece her really easily! ]

OTA 3. Wildcard.

[ though i didn't make a plotting post, mary's bingo card is here. anything marked in blue is something i really want, and anything marked in green is fair game! grayed out ones are already taken/planned out. ♥

closed, preplanned starters are gonna go in comments! ]

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Great. [ finally, someone who knows what they're doing! maybe. only time will tell.

mary deals the cards herself, but she makes it clear she's not doing any hand tricks or anything like that. the cards fall naturally, until they've split the deck in two, and she pulls up her hand.

it's not a horrible hand. she's got at least one of most of the cards, and then all four 7s--but no 4 or 9. that's fine. she could read zoro's entire hand from where she's settled, considering her contacts--luminous ink readers, for the well educated cheater--but staring at his hand for too long would just be too obvious.

so, she hums. ] After you. It'd be rude of the dealer to go first~

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[Zoro's got 4s and 9s for days. Or maybe he just has the full set. He's also got a solid two aces that he doesn't put down.]

Two aces.

[One four, one nine. The two aces remain in his hand. He holds Mary's gaze the whole time, a silent challenge for her to call him out. After all, the cards aren't what's going to win this game of theirs and drinking is his forte.]

[ wow. she didn't even need to look at the marks on the cards.

mary smiles, as sweet as candy. ] Bullshit.

[Zoro. Smiles.

And slams the whiskey back in one go. No sign of it affecting him at all. He refills it while dragging the cards back into his hand.]

Your turn.

[ oh boy. mary may be in over her head here.

...well, that's fine. she squints at him before she plays a card. ] Don't tell me you're just going to lie badly every round to get drunk. How boring.

Don't tell me you're going to guess correctly every round.

[Because 1. that's fishy and 2. also boring.] A drinking game's no fun if you don't drink.

[He puts down his cards–both exactly as he claims.] Or are you scared you won't hold your liquor?

Of course not. What do you think I am, psychic?

[ can mary hold her liquor...? probably not. she weighs like a hundred pounds soaking wet and doesn't drink often, even with her fairly lucrative booze business.

like hell she's letting him know that. ] You'll never find out.

[ she sets down her cards, demurely. ] One two. [ not a lie...not this time. ]

[he tosses his across the table. they nearly land in her lap.]

Three threes.

[A truth but he takes a sip from his own whiskey for fun. He's thirsty.] Can I ask you a question?

[ mary doesn't have any fours, so she'll be caught here no matter what. she tries to hide it, but knows she'll be caught no matter what, so..might as well try and get zoro to catch onto her "tics"...not that she has any.

she sets down two cards, one queen and one king. ] Two fours.

[ mary tilts her head, though, to the question. ] Sure, I guess.

Why pick on the boss? What do you get out of it?

[Of course he's got an inkling. If she's shady enough to gamble at a young age then she's got to be fine with some sort of underhanded dealings. There's probably nothing bigger than money trading hands or bottles finding new homes but–well. He's the bouncer. It's his job to check for anything sinister.]

Bullshit. [He pushes the cards towards her but his eyes are trained on her drink.] Every last drop. No sips.

Because he's easy. [ she puts her hand to her chest. ] After all, I'm just an innocent nineteen year old. It's satisfying to take down someone that much bigger than me.

[ a pause, and then she giggles. ] Well, sort of bigger than me.

[ srry chuuya. anyway. mary pouts a little. ] Ahh, shoot. I guess there was no way I was going to get that one by you. [ so! mary takes the card pile and adds it back to her own, and then eyes the whiskey.

ugh. she'll have a drink or two occasionally, but definitely not hard whiskey. mary stares at it for a moment, some of the distaste pretty clear on her face before she gives up, takes a deep breath, and takes a big swig.

--and promptly coughs. ] Ugh. [ but!!! after a nasty look, she does gamely finish it all. ew. ]

[Aw. He's proud of her. Look, he's even clapping.]

That's a good face! First time with whiskey, huh? Better get used to it. You're gonna get real well acquainted.

[Already refilling her drink in good cheer. Or seemingly in good cheer. I forget if it's his turn but if it is he plays his hand. No lies.]

Even more satisfying if you get something from the loser. [Really, there's only one thing he wants to know.] You're not getting drugs from here, are you?

[ it is in fact mary's turn, but she doesn't play any lies either; just the four threes she now has in her hands.

she sets the cards down and makes a Face as she deals with the fairly disgusting aftertaste from the whiskey. it's ridiculously disgusting, but she watches the drink fill back up again and resigns herself to not forcing a lie again if she doesn't have to...

luckily, his question is fairly distracting. ] What? [ she seems genuinely surprised. ] Ew. Are you insinuating I look like a drug dealer?

[he shrugs] The ones that do well are the ones that don't look like they do it.

[But. Yeah. No way she's that good of an actor. He chuckles and places down a card. One four. Truth.]

What do you expect a drug dealer to look like anyway?

Like you. [ c'mon, that was an easy comeback. she's got a little smirk on her face, though--just taking the chance to tease. ]

I'm not interested in that. Two fives~ [ a five and another four this time, though mary doesn't flinch, challenge or anything. there's no sign of her lying at all. ]

[He's more amused than offended, chuckling just a bit.]

Nice try. Too bad I'm just yakuza.

[No... he's not. But why not fuck around? It's more entertaining than the game where they both seem to be sticking to the truth. So, just for a bit of variety...]

Bullshit.

[Why not take a chance? Either way he'll win out.]

Ugh. [ damn... he's better at this than mary expected him to be. she turns her cards around, and begrudgingly eyes the glass.

the first one didn't affect her much or anything, but, the second is different. it still tastes like a horse's ass, and though she doesn't cough afterwards this time out of spite, she definitely clears her throat after, dabbing at her mouth with a napkin. ] Maybe I'm just unlucky today.

[ hear that, she's not totally invincible! though mary refuses to lose a match in the inkwell, so she scoops up the small pile of cards and shuffles them back properly into her hand. ] Three fives. [ and sets them down. no lies here.

god, her cheeks feel warm. what the fuck, she is not losing to this old weirdo. ] You must be yakuza to want to drink something that disgusting for fun.

Sounds like something a nineteen year old would say.

[He is genuinely surprised he called her bluff but it's a welcome change. Winning the card game hadn't ever been on the table. That's why he added alcohol into the mix.]

You're blushing. I wonder how much longer you're gonna last.

[Time to throw down a card.] One six.

[Truth. Boring old truth.]

Bite me. [ seriously, how annoying...mary's getting irritated, though she's trying not to let it show on her face. it's probably because of the alcohol. ]

Four sevens. [ and not a lie, either. time to get rid of some weight from her cards, here. she wishes he'd just lie already, though again, she's keeping that impatience mostly off of her face...she wouldn't be Mary Saotome, terror of the inkwell, if she wasn't able to maintain a decent poker face. ]

Oho. You're starting to get vicious now. How scary.

[And more entertaining than she was before. Zoro wouldn't mind if she stuck around. It's about time they get more people with backbones in the bar, even if they were underage.]

Bullshit.

[ ah, finally.

mary flips over all four cards. ] Four sevens~ ♥

[ she would've liked to wait to send him the whole pile when it was a little bigger, but hey. that's four cards she doesn't have to worry about now, so! reaching over, she runs her finger around the condensation on the top of her glass, relishing in the fact that she doesn't have to drink it. finally!!! that's more like it. ] Sometimes shots in the dark don't work out in our favor, hmm? Your turn.

Says you. I like whiskey.

[It's an even bigger win. Once again he downs the whole glass and it... shows no sign of it affecting him at all. He throws down his cards.]

Two eights.

[Partial truth, partial lie. What's he got to lose?]

Bullshit.

[ mary might have guessed he was lying even without the marked cards--still, she has to say, she's pretty impressed. ] You'd think someone in the yakuza might be a better liar.

[ rifling through her cards, she lays down: ] Two nines. [ which is true. ]

I'm a unique yakuza. Part of my charm.

[He doesn't call bullshit. This time. Maybe her next hand. He'd worry more about losing if it was just a card game.]

One ten. [Truth. No use lying when he'll probably get the full deck next turn.]

If that's what you want to call it. [ her lips quirk up at it anyway, though. this guy's got a lot of cheek, doesn't he?

she sets her cards down, all true. ] Three jacks. [ at this point, she's pretty sure she's cornered him again...with a nice, fat deck this time, too. ]

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