( eighty five, twenty and what? he gets distracted by nami's demand for another drink and he lets out a slight shake of his head, the sharp angles of his face looking all the more prominent under the glare of the lights as he sucks in a deep breath. ) Last I checked, I'm not your manservant. ( he sets the bottle on the edge of the table and is about to tell her to take it or leave it when the drink gets switched out by a random lady passing by, who puts her hands on both of their shoulders and wishes them luck, leaving behind three shots of whiskey.
before they can get into another petty argument about who gets the third shot, the table gets set and they're being asked if they understand the rules of the game. lose and the whale's going to want a precious memory of theirs. )
Oh, we'll win. ( confident. because hey, the money queen said she's been watching the game, right? )
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before they can get into another petty argument about who gets the third shot, the table gets set and they're being asked if they understand the rules of the game. lose and the whale's going to want a precious memory of theirs. )
Oh, we'll win. ( confident. because hey, the money queen said she's been watching the game, right? )