Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Saturday

[luckywithjacks]

Faraday remembered he owned a store! Totally! He had this 'honest businessman' thing under control!

That or the money in the safe was getting low and now he needed some customers to continue drinking in the style to which he had become accustomed.

At any rate, he was sitting on a stool behind the counter playing solitaire and singing under his breath:

You've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
Know when to run
You never count your money
When you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time enough for countin'
When the dealin's done

He hadn't even realized he was doing it yet.

Wellspring Arms? Open.

Comments

[wefindintheashes]

"Mr. Faraday, have you noticed anything pecul--" Well then. "I suppose I have my answer."

[luckywithjacks]

"Every gambler knows
That the secret to survivin'
Is knowin' what to throw away
And knowin' what to keep
'Cause every hand's a winner
And every hand's a loser
And the best that you can hope for
Is to die in your sleep..."

Now that Faraday's attention had been drawn to it, he muttered, "Well, that's a right cheerful little ditty, innit?"

[wefindintheashes]

"Sounds custom made for you," Goody remarked, tilting his head at the tune.