“How about you” — Hank pushes the dice across the table — “shut the fuck up and roll?”
Fingers crossed for something that isn’t too out there. But Hank’s already going around and slapping people’s asses, so who knows? Maybe this won’t be so bad.
It feels like some sort of fever dream, although Hank knows that isn’t right. Everything feels too real for that: the lights, the clatter of dice. The sting in his hand after he gave Gen a spank.
No, it’s all too real — whatever this is. But what will the repercussions for his actions be? Only time will tell.
“Figured I may as well give a good slap. Dunno how this place works.”
Gaze sliding down to the dice. Suspicious little fuckers.
“Didn’t want it not to count, y’know. Since you went all that way and presented yourself for me.”
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“How about you” — Hank pushes the dice across the table — “shut the fuck up and roll?”
Fingers crossed for something that isn’t too out there. But Hank’s already going around and slapping people’s asses, so who knows? Maybe this won’t be so bad.
It feels like some sort of fever dream, although Hank knows that isn’t right. Everything feels too real for that: the lights, the clatter of dice. The sting in his hand after he gave Gen a spank.
No, it’s all too real — whatever this is. But what will the repercussions for his actions be? Only time will tell.
“Figured I may as well give a good slap. Dunno how this place works.”
Gaze sliding down to the dice. Suspicious little fuckers.
“Didn’t want it not to count, y’know. Since you went all that way and presented yourself for me.”
A smirk, then: “Coulda done it harder, y’know.”