Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150603040257

According to the historians who study that sort of thing, the original idea of Russian Roulette was said to have been created during the Second Great War as a way of gambling that used prisoners to be executed as living target dummies. The drink inspired by the practice was developed not long after the war. Six shot glasses, one filled with something substantially more potent than the rest, were placed in a spinning tray of some kind, covered, then spun around. Whoever was participating would take turns spinning the tray, drinking one of the glasses, and passing to the next person in line until someone "took the bullet." The idea of drinking an entire set by yourself, especially as the way to finish off an ended relationship, was entirely the bad idea of Trigo Cardamom and his insatiable liver.

As the waiter returned with his food and drinks, held in a hardwood tray carved to resemble a revolver's cylinder, Azulius asked himself (not for the first time) how his uncle was still alive from just how much he drank. Anyways, he thought while he took the first few bites of fish and fries, ''might as well get started. Just like Uncle said, one toast per drink, and cover as many bases as you can''. ''Spacing the drinks out encouraged, but not required. Probably a good idea, though.''

He raised the first glass to his lips, tasting red wine. Not a usual choice for a Russian Roulette, but a nice change of pace. First, to Uncle Trigo, for teaching me this little ritual, among other bad habits.

A few more bites of food, then the next glass. Second, to Professor Ozpin, for letting folks like me and Iris into his school, knowing our checkered pasts.

Round three. ''Third, to those goons from Satan's Legion. If they hadn't tried to jump Iris, we wouldn't have had this adventure.''

On the fourth drink, Azzie finally hit the bullet, which tasted like Atlesian vodka. ''To Violet, for all the favors I called in/will call in for this job. Of course I hit the bullet toasting you.''

''Fifth, to Mr. Cody Mel, wherever you are. Take care of Iris for me, and I hope you realize how lucky you are.''

Lastly, with a certain reverence, he drained the final shot glass. ''Sixth, but not least, to Iris. Thanks for everything, doll. You don't deserve the past you got dealt, and I hope your future makes up for it.''

The room was starting to grow fuzzy, which Azulius took as a sign to be done drinking for the evening and finish off his fish. No reason to let good food go to waste. He called the waiter to bring him a glass or two of orange juice as he stumbled into the bathroom. He returned, slouched in his chair, and focused on the blues music, trying to forget about himself for a while.