Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-184.166.166.43-20150602214944

"Thanks, champ," Azulius thanked Hitori, examining the card under the light. "Hopefully, no one bothers me, but thanks for the foresight.  See you both tomorrow!"

Walking away from Hitori and Iris, whose tears did not go unnoticed, Azzie felt horrible. Not only did he feel bad about getting rejected by Iris, but he had somehow botched that up and hurt her in the process. Why was he such a romantic klutz? Why were all the good women taken? Why anything?

After surprising the coffee dealer with such an enormous order late at night, he slipped into the bar, finding a table off stage right, nice and empty. After a minute, the waiter found him.

"And what would you like this evening, sir?" he began, looking over his strange new customer. He looked on the young side, but his suit said he definitely came from money. And why did his backpack reek of fine coffee? This is why he never liked the graveyard shift.

"Get me a plate of fish and chips, please.  And a Russian Roulette,"  the man asked firmly.

"One of those days, sir?" the waiter replied, finding it hard to believe that this guy intended to down an entire Russian Roulette by himself.

"One of those weeks," Azulius clarified, leaning back in his chair a little, letting the music wash over him.

"Understood, sir.  That will be right out."