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mei & ben.

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Ben Fowler

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[Ben Fowler]

words • tagged @mei • credits Mei Sinclair loses a bet to Ben Fowler Bloomsbury was hardly the place for a wealthy member of the gentry, but neither was London the place for someone who only knew village life. Ben donned much plainer clothes than were strictly befitting of his standing in life and took on the role of a common sailor rather than a veteran lieutenant. He let his accent show, and for the one night, he didn't feel like he needed to put on as much of an act. People believed his act, and his limp masked anything resembling the bearing he usually had to adopt among the nobility. The pub was hardly the most reputable place even in Bloomsbury, but drinks and propriety weren't his main reasons for being there. He'd heard from the docks that this was a good place to gamble no matter what your preference. Cards happened to be Ben's personal preference, and he very quickly found himself at a table with several other people. He kept his bets fairly modest and usually folded whenever anyone made some outrageous bet. That only earned him a few more pints of beer with the intent of loosening up his purse strings. By midnight, he felt the warm buzz of alcohol clouding his mind, and he was losing slightly more often than he was winning. Not that he still wasn't coming out ahead, but the margin was smaller than he'd hoped. He was betting on a straight flush with a large wager, and that had attracted a few others to the table. Ben kept his expression tight and unreadable as he glanced down at the cards. The dealer laid another card on the table, and it looked like he was sure to lose. Instead, Ben only upped the ante and laid another pound on the table. The final card was laid, and a silence fell over the table where one could hear a pin drop. Ben took his time laying out his cards one at a time. Cheers and groans erupted. A straight flush with hearts against all the odds. The lieutenant grinned as the only hand that could have beat his was a royal flush.

For the voyage is done and the winds don't blow

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mei & ben.

This was where she felt like she belonged, at least this place and with Slade's people. Since her parents went missing (and perhaps even before then) she hadn't really felt like she fit in with anyone, but that didn't seem to matter with the other misfits, nor in the dingy little pub in the middle of Bloomsbury. Many wouldn't exactly view it as the safest of places, but that was sort of the whole point. Mei may have given off an air of innocence, but she was far from it. Most young women (for she was certainly no lady) didn't carry knives. 

As the game went on, she felt herself growing more and more at ease. She was drinking more, and things were getting better...until, that was, he played his hand. Shit. Mei hardly had any money, she couldn't exactly afford to lose. Of course, there was no guaranteeing a win unless she cheated, and given that she hadn't wanted to do that...well, she was now screwed.

"You played a good hand," she admitted, letting out a sigh. She could hardly say no now, she could hardly take her money back. Given her own circumstances, he likely had more money in his pocket than she did already (though she couldn't exactly know that for certain; it was an assumption, perhaps one she shouldn't make), but gambling was gambling. They couldn't say who could come in there, who could get involved, and she'd chosen to put her money in the ring. "Congratulations. Unless you're interested in another round?"

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