You Might Have A Problem [Syndicate Gambling Social Thread]

[Miss Blonde]

You Might Have A Problem ​

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Away from the festival that seemed to have the entire planet trying not to fall into a mass grave over a crab's mediocre singing; there was a decently sized and furnished warehouse that was brimming with more shady activity. With the Fire Lotus Cup here and in your face, it was a great opportunity to make some money. Doing what you might ask? Well obviously it was gambling. A only mildly illegal hobby that was provided to the Galaxy by none other than Syndicate, one of the Galaxy's most notorious criminal organizations. While Syndicate was certainly not going to get involved with the games directly for fear of getting crushed by giant scary stone golems; they would certainly offer a little of that side action and a little of that good good.

So within this place, a live band played a smooth tune and the air was brimming with the electricity of the upcoming events. As the music drifted and the drinks and spice flowed, the doors opened to the seedier folks the Galaxy had to offer. The betting cages were now live and bets could be placed for the events. Security was of course posted in every which direction and with them were concealed blasters that they could draw at a moment's notice whenever someone decided to start getting a little too wild. But for the most part besides the excitement, everything was pretty relaxed. People talked, socialized, drank, and did a little spice to take the edge off. Smoke drifted through the tavern and cigarra smokers were welcome to have a puff, there were no rules here. Well, except the ones plastered on the wall in bold font.

1: All bets are final.
2: All bets are FINAL.
3: Bets can consist of credits, rare artifacts, land, vehicles, drugs, weapons, and other items of monetary value.
4: There will be no interfering with events or athletes to tip the odds in your favor. Defer to rule six as punishment if broken.
5: Loot will be distributed evenly between winners.
6: Sore losers will be kneecapped with a trench club.
7: No killing or intimidating other players, if discovered defer to rule six.
8: Loot Box tokens are not to be sold or traded.

With the rules clearly laid out, people could continue to go about their business. Cocktai waitresses in skimpy outfits would continue to run cocktails and back room dancers put on private shows for customers. And before you ask, yes there was a little something something for the ladies as well in that department in the form of the finest male and female dancers Zeltros had to offer. But other than awkward pheromone arousal, everything set and ready to go. Come one and come all, indulge yourself and partake in a little gambling.

Come one, come all, enjoy yourself and indulge. Just don't be a narc or we'll karking kill you. To place a bet simply walk over to the Betting Cages

 

[Dan Rinell]

Dan sat in a booth, pouring over statistics. He may have been a gambler, but at least he bet smart. Dan called a waitress over and ordered a bottle of scotch. As his drink arrived, he finally made his decision and strode to the betting cage.