Act I - Scene 2

[Trogdor]

"What do I want?" he asks with a laugh. Having a real dad would have been nice growing up. But that was all long past. So sense crying over what was done and gone.

"I hear you came into some money and I want a piece of it. Seems the least you could do for your poor neglected son."

[Vardaen]

"Money? Well maybe you are my boy after all." He sits up straighter and now takes the offered booze.

He walks over to the corner and undoes his pants and pisses into the pot there. "You want some money then you have to work for it and I don't mean down at the saloon washing glasses for drunks. You come through with that list, and I'll pay you fair for it, but if you want charity, so talk to Father Dunham about a free handout!"

[Trogdor]

"You give me half the money from the note and you got yerself a deal!" Billy says. He wasn't gonna take no empty promise of 'some' of the money. "Then I'll settle for a quarter of the take in whatever you got planned for the people in the saloon. Fair is fair; I take risks and I get paid too."

"An' don't worry 'bout the information. Those people talk and talk once they've got a drink in 'em. All I got ta do is keep my ears open as I play and I'll have what you need." He considers that until now he hadn't wanted to get involved in his dad's business. But this was different. Now his pa had money, and with a cut of that money, Billy could move to New Orleans and set himself up there. He'd heard that New Orleans was an easier place for someone like him to live. Not 'accepting' as such, but less persecuting than most, which was a damn site better than this podunk town.

"When do ya need ta know what I find out?" He asks. "Might take me a little time to get it all together."

OOC

Billy is supposed to get a success in his action. I'll say that his dad offering a solid cut of the note and the take meets that requirement.

[Vardaen]

"Half! Are you mad? No way I make that money back. Plus what do you want me to do, rip the note in half and give you it. I need to cash it in, ain't nothing but paper right now." He stalks over to his son and breaths on him (its something terrible) "Quarter, that's 500, and that's plenty, plenty too much and if you weren't my blood I'd just shoot you for suggesting any more."

[Trogdor]

"Quarter it is," Billy says with a half hidden grimace from the smell of his father's breath. $500 would be plenty to get him set up in New Orleans, plus whatever he could get from this caper his pa was planning.

"So, I'll head back to the saloon and start gettin' that list for you of who's stayin' there and when they're comin' in and out. Be a day or two, probably, before I can get a proper list." It occurs to him that he might have to read the list to his dad on account of the fact that he's not sure the man can read.

"That good for you?"

[Vardaen]

"Deal."

He then lays down on the bed, "I'll see you tonight."

He rolls over and falls back to sleep to sleep his hangover off.