Wow, the church screws everything up again. Why am I not surprised at all? ( Who cares about the card game names? They're just games. He doesn't understand, nor is it likely that he'll ever. ) I can't believe I'm just hearing about this now, though. Like, you owning a... a what, casino? Dude.
( That is... Well, one of the coolest things he's ever heard, actually. Owning a casino sounds like an incredible responsibility, but fun, rewarding, lucrative.
Jonas realizes he has a lot to learn from this Ladon Ceto. )
All talk of Fizz aside, because I'm starting to get worried now that you're, like, singing her praises so hard, can I ask you something? Illegal gambling, protection money, that kind of thing... You talk about stuff like that a lot.
Have you been a, uh... ( Ahem. ) Bad boy, Mister Ceto? You know. Law-wise.
Technically, I own the club. The casino's my business partner's. But considerin' one's cover for the other... [ He gestures with both hands, then realizes they're on audio so that really isn't accomplishing anything. ] Tit for tat. Now and then I run out some cheats and sore losers when Hardy's busy elsewhere. Hard to throw loaded dice or use marked cards with broken fingers.
Countin' cards's a strategy, though. Even if Hardy don't like hearin' it.
[ And... we're going to have to pause for a moment. Because Ladon Ceto just snorted his drink. Evidenced by the way he suddenly starts to cough-laugh. ]
Yeah. I'm what folks back home call a "wrong number." Got a rap sheet, cops know me by name, so-on an' so-on. Tryin' not to fall into the same kinda patterns here but... [ He glances over at his stash of dreamweed. So much for that. ] Habits die hard.
Hardy's... my business partner. [ Yeah, that pause is loaded. ] One of the fellas I robbed banks with in my twenties.
[ This time he wasn't drinking anything. But it does give him a chuckle to hear that out loud. ] I'll tell 'im you said so if I figure out a way to get word back.
[ Or he shows up here. Ladon doesn't even want to voice that possibility-- both out of fear and false hope. ]
How d'you mean? I sorta keep things lookin' clean from the outside. But when certain things need doin', I got that down too. Hypothetically. Can't confirm or deny, y'know, all that bushwa my lawyer makes me say.
I don't know, honestly... Maybe we should talk about it in person sometime? Then you can cough or tip your hat to signal "yes" or "no."
I'm not unfamiliar with the whole business, you know what I mean? I mean, I don't know anything about casinos or clubs, but I've got some experience in a few areas.
Willin' to talk in person, yeah. Just ain't very trustin' of the bots runnin' this network. In my experience, don't want nothin' that sticks 'round... Voice, writin', anythin'. S'got a way of comin' back to bite you later.
[ He's waiting for the "have you killed anybody" question to drop, to be honest. He's just not sure which young fella he's started talking to it'll come from first. ]
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( That is... Well, one of the coolest things he's ever heard, actually. Owning a casino sounds like an incredible responsibility, but fun, rewarding, lucrative.
Jonas realizes he has a lot to learn from this Ladon Ceto. )
All talk of Fizz aside, because I'm starting to get worried now that you're, like, singing her praises so hard, can I ask you something? Illegal gambling, protection money, that kind of thing... You talk about stuff like that a lot.
Have you been a, uh... ( Ahem. ) Bad boy, Mister Ceto? You know. Law-wise.
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Countin' cards's a strategy, though. Even if Hardy don't like hearin' it.
[ And... we're going to have to pause for a moment. Because Ladon Ceto just snorted his drink. Evidenced by the way he suddenly starts to cough-laugh. ]
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Think some of it came out my nose. Fuck.
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Wow, though, I didn't realize a guy who breaks thumbs could be shy. Who's that Hardy guy you're talking about? Your muscle or something?
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Hardy's... my business partner. [ Yeah, that pause is loaded. ] One of the fellas I robbed banks with in my twenties.
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( I do it for the vine )
You specialize in something? You gotta tell me about it. I'm not gonna say I'm interested, I'm just curious, that's all.
( A LYING LIAR )
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[ Or he shows up here. Ladon doesn't even want to voice that possibility-- both out of fear and false hope. ]
How d'you mean? I sorta keep things lookin' clean from the outside. But when certain things need doin', I got that down too. Hypothetically. Can't confirm or deny, y'know, all that bushwa my lawyer makes me say.
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I'm not unfamiliar with the whole business, you know what I mean? I mean, I don't know anything about casinos or clubs, but I've got some experience in a few areas.
( The most vague conversation ever )
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[ He's waiting for the "have you killed anybody" question to drop, to be honest. He's just not sure which young fella he's started talking to it'll come from first. ]
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Well, I'm around camp if you wanna hang out. What are you up to right now, anyway?
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[ Because Ladon is always making pancakes. ]
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