[Physical altercations can be fun. This guy initiating in such a blithe way left Charlie hopeful for the same play in kind. Instead, he's dragged into a different type of game.
Jaw dropped with - genuine, which is an accomplishment - incredulity, Charlie's silent as the clerk rules against him. Who the fuck cares about the petty rules? Don't you want us stripping each other and fucking!? The argument stalls in his throat, choked behind tense jaw working from one side to another.
He shakes his head.
After a pejorative glance to his opponent, Charlie waves the same clerk back to attention.]
Hold on!
I think you missed something- [Is making his demand undeniable worth the twinge of hunger that will sour his gut? Probably not, and as the clerk stares impatiently, Charlie's already reevaluating this stupid exchange.] No. Nevermind. Thank you, you can go. [He reaches for the dice, fingers perched atop them to roll them idly across the table beneath. This guy doesn't seem the type to shy away from pain. He's just-
A pain. What kind? Charlie's not sure yet.] There's nothin' in the rules against calling a re-roll, you know. [Nothing explicitly allowing it, either.] So long as I'm willing to do what comes up, there's no penalty. If you wanted me to toss 'em again, all you had to do was ask.
[Fingers curl, gathering the dice into his palm. Charlie gives them a petulant, vulgar shake before casting them to the table. Bite Ass.
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Jaw dropped with - genuine, which is an accomplishment - incredulity, Charlie's silent as the clerk rules against him. Who the fuck cares about the petty rules? Don't you want us stripping each other and fucking!? The argument stalls in his throat, choked behind tense jaw working from one side to another.
He shakes his head.
After a pejorative glance to his opponent, Charlie waves the same clerk back to attention.]
Hold on!
I think you missed something- [Is making his demand undeniable worth the twinge of hunger that will sour his gut? Probably not, and as the clerk stares impatiently, Charlie's already reevaluating this stupid exchange.] No. Nevermind. Thank you, you can go. [He reaches for the dice, fingers perched atop them to roll them idly across the table beneath. This guy doesn't seem the type to shy away from pain. He's just-
A pain. What kind? Charlie's not sure yet.] There's nothin' in the rules against calling a re-roll, you know. [Nothing explicitly allowing it, either.] So long as I'm willing to do what comes up, there's no penalty. If you wanted me to toss 'em again, all you had to do was ask.
[Fingers curl, gathering the dice into his palm. Charlie gives them a petulant, vulgar shake before casting them to the table. Bite Ass.
Hah.]