Seven High

By KingOfIcecream

• July 5, 2014




Age: 49

Gender: Male

Species: Earth Pony

Appearance: Brown coat with lighter brown mane. Rather short and stumpy.

Cutie Mark: Two of diamonds and seven of spades

Personality: Drunk (if he can help it)<br />Easy-going<br />Addicted to gambling<br />A screw up

Backstory: He lived in Manehattan all his life just barely getting by working at the pub as a bartender. After he got fired from "taste testing" too much of the product, he found he could make easy money playing poker. As his financial stability was plummeting, he found alcohol to be his best friend.<br /> It wasn't long before he couldn't pay rent. The first night he was out on the streets, he overheard two colts talking about there being talk of oil and free land down south. "The Dustbowl" they called it.<br /> And so, Dustbowl or bust. High Seven already had enough of bust from playing black jack.<br /> And that's exactly what he did. with the last 15 bits that he had to his name, he leisurely walked into the bar and played a game of blackjack 15. His first two hands were both the 9 of clubs and the four of clubs. Twelve was steady, but when you're betting all you have, it's all or nothing. High Seven just barely managed to let the simple two words fall from his mouth, "H-... Hit me."<br /> The dealer happily slapped the card onto the table. He turned it over to reveal a two of hearts. Fourteen. High seven won. With his thirty bits, he trotted out to the train station and bought a ticket for Deerango.