Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26104528-20150608201208

(Hmm, I think it would make more sense for Ochre or Trigo to make that bet re: Azzie vs. Fritz. I can't think of a way for Zephrion to make it in a way that makes even a modicum of sense.)

"Closing Time. One last call for Alcohol. Finish your whiskey, finish your beer. You don't have to go home but you can't stay here." the Bartender called as whatever people were still left started shuffling out the door.

"C'monn, wun moar win! Jus like Gradushun wa-ay back den! Ma-a-an you two shulda seen da loo-ok on Sera's face when ai won dat nite. Woo-hoo-hoo!" All the while Zephrion was telling the story of graduation night, the dice flew out of the dunken CEO's hand and into who knows where.

"Huh? w-where da rolly numbah kubes go!?"

"Over here dude." a busser called out from behind their table with the dice having landed and floating in an unfinished glass of Mimosa. "By the way, Snake eyes!" the busser procalimed as he set the glass down on their table.