Name?
*He looks up from the game he's dealing and
grins* Dylan Gallagher.
Right, yer real name?
*laughs* Ya think I'm makin' it
up? Geeze, Daley, you're even more suspicious den I
thought ya was!
Sure . . . age?
Twenty-four. Old enough dat I *grins
and imitates a woman's voice that you'd probably guess is his mother's* oughta be settlin' down!
Appearance? Or do I jus’ write
down ‘ugly as sin’ an’ save ya da trouble?
*laughs and gives a goodnatured grin* Ugly's fine. *Actually isn't too bad
looking. About 5'11", decently built, brown hair and
blue eyes. His most striking feature is a friendly smile that can turn teasing, happy, or amused as the case warrants.*
What’s yer story?
*shrugs and smiles as he shuffles
the deck* Ain't got too much o' one, I guess. *deals
to the few people seated at the table* Ya know, I was
born, I did some stuff, now I'm heah. *Leaving stuff
out? Yeah, you could say that. Dylan's been out of Manhattan for quite a while--he's currently got a few people in Brooklyn hot on his trail for allegedly cheating at cards.*
Dat da one yer tellin’ da bulls?
*grins* I don' tell
any story ta da bulls if I can avoid it.
Single tanight, or datin’?
*grins and sighs jokingly* Single, as usual. *shrugs* What can I say? I'm ev'ry goil's best friend an' nobody's sweetheart.
Any weapons? Ya drop ‘em on da table.
Hey, I know
betta den dat! No weapons heah.
What’s yer game?
*grins, gesturing to the game in
progress* Blackjack, obviously.
Anythin' else we should know?
Nope, don' think so. *gets back to the game*
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