In which Questions are Asked

[leviathaned]

[It might have been a quiet day for Will, but we doubt it.

Either way, his door just got literally kicked in, and one of the secretaries shrieked just enough for Sei to interrupt his own dramatic entrance.]

---Aaah, no, no, sorry Gwen, I'm sorry, I just need to talk to your boss, calm down...

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[alethiological]

[He doesn't even bother questioning for a glass. Simply knocking it back without a wince with the kind of grace only someone well-versed in alcohol outings could attain.

He remains silent until the third call Sei gets. Which earns a-] The blonde's hiding aces in his sleeve.

[Whether a bar fight starts out from that or not, his observation skills are something frightening.]

[leviathaned]

You'd think he'd learn, he got caught uptown last week, too. Sharp eyes, though.

[alethiological]

Not hard to imagine. His movements are too shaken. He's too busy worrying over people catching him than to actually go through with it right.

[It's not even that hard to do either. Cheaters these days are pathetic.]

[leviathaned]

This is what happens when I don't have the money to keep them sharp for a couple months, alas.

[Shruuuugging. Yes, he's outright admitting he not only gambles but cheats like a motherfucker, he sees no shame in this.] It's kind of adorable how hard they try, though.

[alethiological]

If you try cheating around me, I'll call you out.

[But he isn't telling him not to cheat. Just don't let him catch it and you're good.] And it's not adorable, it's pathetic.

[leviathaned]

Same difference, really.

I would never, around you. [Or at least never let you catch him.] Besides,I'm here to drink, not bilk drunken idiots out of their wages.