[Sodium_noir] Killing Time at Harlequins

[Bill]

> John Black, Matt
> Two "old" friends
> 
> >John walked into the room and just stood there for
> a
> >moment, slowly absorbing the entire scene.  After a
> >moment, he finally said "It is a night full of
> >surprises.  How are you doing, Matt?"
> 
> The man peered around his shoulder, seemingly
> unwilling to pull anything more than his attention
> away from the table. His eyes displayed a copious
> amount of alcohol drunk this evening and he took a
> few moments to recognise his old companion. When he
> did so he leapt up and threw an arm around John.
> 
> "Bloody hell its the Centurion, as I live and
> breathe!" He pushes John away from him a little,
> getting agood look at him. "What the hell are you
> doing in this cesspit of a city Roman?"

John returned the embrace enthusiasticly, pushing away
the fear he felt at the intensity Matt felt towards
the game he was playing.

"As I told Neken, who's in the other room, and
Emuishere, who's also somewhere in this cesspit, it
seemed as good a place to be as any."  The embrace
broke and he stepped back to regard his friend at
arm's length, hands resting warmly on his shoulders as
if trying to make sure this was real.

"By my ancestors it is good to see you!  And I'm sure
Meken is going to feel the same way when we surprise
her.  You gotta come up stairs and join us.  She's
hanging around a leech and it sucks being polite, not
to mention some insane chick and a wizard who may not
have a clue what a good time is."

He painted a picture of humourous desperation, smiling
all the while, hoping to pull Matt away from the
tables for a little bit..  "I need a wingman, on
this."

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Last night I stayed up late playing poker with Tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died. -- Stephen Wright


		
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