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They had piqued his interest, and that was a very dangerous position for them to be in.
When Papa warned him of their rising competition, Teddy was acrimonious. He had not fought tooth and nail to get to this point, only for the Knope’s attempts to crumble at the first sign of competition. And, to add insult to injury, Teddy soon heard through the grapevine of the Stirling’s dirty secret. They were well-esteemed in the criminal world, raised with a silver spoon in their mouth as they made their dirty fortune from a whiskey distillery with ease. This only frustrated Teddy even more. These people knew what they were doing in this alcohol-fuelled rat race which left the Knopes at a clear disadvantage. All because the Stirlings always had it all in their fine opulence and snotty upbringing.
Perhaps Teddy was envious to some degree; they always had what he wanted in life and they could do so that effortlessly, all whilst wiping out Teddy’s vigorous and determined efforts with little more than an insouciant nod of the head. From then on, the Stirling's would be so blasé in the way they’d dismantle Teddy’s work with little effort on Eddie’s part. Whilst Teddy had the nightlife down to perfection, the nightlife was no nightlife without the alcohol. Teddy had to ensure they monopolised it before it was too late.
Inviting Flintlock Lodge to a casino night seemed to be the most useless idea but Teddy had a plan. This one was going to be good. Lure the seemingly humble mountain folk in and show them exactly what they were meddling with. Perhaps a scare was all that was needed for them to realise that interfering with The Badlands was not a good idea. Whilst his people could do a good job at socialising with Flintlock’s people, Teddy, Micah and Juliette could find the opportunity for a one to one talk with the Captain himself, Edmund Stirling. Teddy had a lot that he could say to deter Edmund.
After all, it would be a damn shame if his people found out about the monster they looked up to. Because Edmund kept that part of his story very much a secret, right? The part where he was not the virtuous, steadfast leader he made himself out to be, as much as he was the cold blooded killer who was willing to tear down enterprises and end the lives of the innocent for his own benefit.
Teddy sat at the bar as he observed Flintlockers arriving in the casino. He did not act like the usual social butterfly he was, instead somewhat more closed off as he watched them with slightly narrowed eyes. He’d leave the socialising to the other Badlanders. After all, Teddy was looking out for one person in particular.
Slowly taking a sip of his cocktail — vodka distilled right here in The Badlands, might he add — Teddy waited several moments more before a mechanical, toothy grin soon curled at his lips at the sight of Edmund. Perhaps he should show his face for some time — keeping a close eye on the leader before making his approach — standing up before he began to approach the crowd of Flintlockers with a drink in hand, finding anyone that he could talk to.
They had piqued his interest, and that was a very dangerous position for them to be in.
When Papa warned him of their rising competition, Teddy was acrimonious. He had not fought tooth and nail to get to this point, only for the Knope’s attempts to crumble at the first sign of competition. And, to add insult to injury, Teddy soon heard through the grapevine of the Stirling’s dirty secret. They were well-esteemed in the criminal world, raised with a silver spoon in their mouth as they made their dirty fortune from a whiskey distillery with ease. This only frustrated Teddy even more. These people knew what they were doing in this alcohol-fuelled rat race which left the Knopes at a clear disadvantage. All because the Stirlings always had it all in their fine opulence and snotty upbringing.
Perhaps Teddy was envious to some degree; they always had what he wanted in life and they could do so that effortlessly, all whilst wiping out Teddy’s vigorous and determined efforts with little more than an insouciant nod of the head. From then on, the Stirling's would be so blasé in the way they’d dismantle Teddy’s work with little effort on Eddie’s part. Whilst Teddy had the nightlife down to perfection, the nightlife was no nightlife without the alcohol. Teddy had to ensure they monopolised it before it was too late.
Inviting Flintlock Lodge to a casino night seemed to be the most useless idea but Teddy had a plan. This one was going to be good. Lure the seemingly humble mountain folk in and show them exactly what they were meddling with. Perhaps a scare was all that was needed for them to realise that interfering with The Badlands was not a good idea. Whilst his people could do a good job at socialising with Flintlock’s people, Teddy, Micah and Juliette could find the opportunity for a one to one talk with the Captain himself, Edmund Stirling. Teddy had a lot that he could say to deter Edmund.
After all, it would be a damn shame if his people found out about the monster they looked up to. Because Edmund kept that part of his story very much a secret, right? The part where he was not the virtuous, steadfast leader he made himself out to be, as much as he was the cold blooded killer who was willing to tear down enterprises and end the lives of the innocent for his own benefit.
Teddy sat at the bar as he observed Flintlockers arriving in the casino. He did not act like the usual social butterfly he was, instead somewhat more closed off as he watched them with slightly narrowed eyes. He’d leave the socialising to the other Badlanders. After all, Teddy was looking out for one person in particular.
Slowly taking a sip of his cocktail — vodka distilled right here in The Badlands, might he add — Teddy waited several moments more before a mechanical, toothy grin soon curled at his lips at the sight of Edmund. Perhaps he should show his face for some time — keeping a close eye on the leader before making his approach — standing up before he began to approach the crowd of Flintlockers with a drink in hand, finding anyone that he could talk to.
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