Dedrick Lex, PI

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-09-29 22:36:59, as written by Guest

The door to Gambits swung inward, framing the figure of a hunched, cloaked man with his fedora sitting low over his eyes. What skin was exposed was wrapped tight with gauze, stained black and grunged with dirt and other, more foul excrements. His eyes, a distinct green in color, glanced around the bar before he made his way to the counter, footsteps rather heavy for someone of his mere five-eight frame. He lifted a bandaged hand, setting it on the wood surface, and looked toward whomever might serve him. He'd never been to this place before, so it didn't occur to him that there might be alternate means of ordering a drink.

And boy did he need a drink.

# Gambit's Bar, 2011-09-30 10:02:51, as written by Guest

The door to Gambits swung inward, framing the figure of a hunched, cloaked man with his fedora sitting low over his eyes. What skin was exposed was wrapped tight with gauze, stained black and grunged with dirt and other, more foul excrements. His eyes, a distinct green in color, glanced around the bar before he made his way to the counter, footsteps rather heavy for someone of his mere five-eight frame. He lifted a bandaged hand, setting it on the wood surface, and looked toward whomever might serve him. He'd never been to this place before, so it didn't occur to him that there might be alternate means of ordering a drink.

And boy did he need a drink.

# Gambit's Bar, 2012-01-15 21:06:31, as written by FizzGig

The door to Gambits opened, frame filled with a hulking figure, his shoulders hunched against the wind. Heavy footsteps thudded rythmically against the aged floor as he made his way inside, followed by a gust of cold air and flurries of powder-soft snow. His trench looked just about as old as it could get, surprisingly intact in spite of the scuffs and tears. The man walked with his hands shoved in his pockets, the collar popped, and the rim of his hat pulled low over his eyes.

He had no real interest in speaking with anyone in particular. At the very least, he hadn't come to Gambits in order to make friends. So he went to the bar counter, planted himself on the bar stool, and removed a gloved hand to punch in an order.

But the screens were heat-sensitive.

Muttering a curse, he pulled the glove off his hand, revealing a palm and digits that were heavily bandaged, with some sort of unknown fluid staining the interior of the gauze. He left smears behind as he ordered a whisky, finally turning to the counter, folding his arms on the counter, and staring from beneath the shadow of his hat.

# Gambit's Bar, 2012-01-15 21:23:05, as written by FizzGig

Dedrick looked sideways towards Tycho, expression hidden behind cloth and shadow. He straightened though, staring towards the other man with no small amount of disgust exuding from his person, before looking back toward the tender and calmly awaiting his drink.

"Could you repeat that though?" he gurgled, directing his statement towards the new arrival. "I'm not so sure the man heard you the first time."

Fucking young-bloods.

# Gambit's Bar, 2012-01-15 21:33:34, as written by FizzGig

"No one important." he replied, turning back to the bar counter, and his drink, which had coincidentally ended up in front of him right when he wasn't looking. A mummy, hah. That was probably the closest guess anyone had made in the times that he'd come to this bar.

Incidentally, he hadn't been here that many times, but still. It was better than assuming he had leprosy. Well, if he told the man he had leprosy, would he leave him alone? Would he even know what leprosy was? Probably not.

"The name's Lex," he finally said, as if deciding Tycho would be worth the introduction. "Dedrick Lex. I'm a private investigator for hire." He took a sip of his drink, pressed his other hand to his chest, and glanced down towards his lap.

Hmm.

# Gambit's Bar, 2012-01-15 21:46:19, as written by FizzGig

"Nope!" Dedrick replied with false cheer. "The people are looking for younger bloods to do the investigating. That, and I tend to charge pretty highly."

He took another sip. "But only because I do the job quickly, and I get results." He reached back to scratch something beneath the collar, then rested his hand on the counter. He turned, looking to Tycho, and the brief flash of glass lit up the location where his eyes should be.

"You don't look old enough to have fought in a war."

# Gambit's Bar, 2012-01-15 21:51:34, as written by FizzGig

Dedrick Lex, PI was thinking about penises.

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