Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150531022109/@comment-26130256-20150608191708

(Meh, our main characters are starting to forget whose story this is.   I call a time skip!)

*The Hotel Congress, 2:11 AM*

One advantage of street craps, according to afficionados, was that individual rounds never took long, so play was faster. Through winning, betting the same items, and possibly losing again, the three gentlemen had all gained and lost a few things.

Trigo had sadly lost his engraved flask to Zephrion, but the stock options he had persuaded the man to bet should have been more than enough to buy a new one, once Violet worked her magic.

Ochre was mourning the loss of one of his two original "The Godfather" movie posters, autographed by the director, and his watch, but it was his throw, and that free job hung in the balance. Groaning from the alcohol wearing off, he tossed the dice into the air. They bounced off a neighboring table, ricocheted from a wine bottle, and landed on the floor. Eleven.

"And tha's ho'we do it'n Vacuo," he smiled, picking up the paper. "On' more throw b'for we kall it a night?"