Instinct is telling her to call him on it. Oh, she wants to so, so bad. But there is just enough doubt there to hold her tongue, because it almost feels like kicking a puppy, somehow. Is this his real strategy?? To confuse and befuddle?
She drums her fingers along the side of her own dice cup, thinking for another moment. Then she leans back in her seat, nice and easy.]
Guess that rotten luck of yours tonight is turning around, huh?
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She stares right back.
Instinct is telling her to call him on it. Oh, she wants to so, so bad. But there is just enough doubt there to hold her tongue, because it almost feels like kicking a puppy, somehow. Is this his real strategy?? To confuse and befuddle?
She drums her fingers along the side of her own dice cup, thinking for another moment. Then she leans back in her seat, nice and easy.]
Guess that rotten luck of yours tonight is turning around, huh?
[You’re off the hook, mister. For now…]