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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2022 16:36:40 GMT
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Post by Ben Fowler on Dec 6, 2022 22:37:40 GMT
words • tagged @kitty • credits "What do you mean, you've lost the lottery ticket?" Ben stared at Kitty slack jawed. It wasn't like it had cost a huge amount, but the pot was big to the tune of a thousand pounds, and a small chance was better than none at all. He groaned and ran a hand through his hair. This was a mess. They had to find it and preferably before anyone else did. And before the drawing.
They were in a crowded hall full of eager and hopeful participants. The event was partially just a social function to get to know people, but no one came to a lottery just to watch someone else win the prize. Ben paced the small patch of clear floor they had at the fridge of the hall, and it wasn't anywhere near as satisfying as pacing the quarterdeck fore and aft. "Do you have any idea where you left it? And you're certain you didn't leave it in your carriage or someplace similar?"
He knew it was likely just an accident, and his frustration was misguided. There couldn't be any reason for intentionally losing it. Maybe selling it for a guaranteed profit rather than potential, but if that was the case, he wished she would have told him first. "Okay, can we retrace our steps at all? There's the food table, the entrance, the rest of the hall, the courtyard...I doubt anyone is there right now. Stick together or split up? And if we do find it, I'm holding onto it this time."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2022 18:03:26 GMT
kitty & ben. There was so much about this her husband wouldn't like, but that was hardly her biggest concern. Alexander would loathe her spending time with Ben (always the jealous type, though it was never warranted), and he'd loathe her continuing to gamble. It wasn't usually like this, it was usually at parties with the other married ladies, money gambled as part of a social event. Buying into a bigger gambling event like this would certainly lead to people think her gambling had become a vice, but that was alright. At least she had some company.
Losing the ticket, however, was hardly going to help her to have him on side. If anything, she sounded like such a fool now. Kitty was in a panic, she couldn't explain how or why this had happened, where she might have lost the ticket, though she was determined to find it, to make herself look a little less stupid.
"If I knew, I would have found it already!" Kitty pointed out, though getting frustrated at each other wouldn't help. They might have been fretting over nothing, there was no telling whether or not it was a winning ticket, but that was hardly the point. "I think we should stick together, ensure we aren't simply covering the same ground. At least we can cover different spots in the same room. Perhaps we should start at the entrance and work our way inside." Ben Fowler
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