#chat:pluto

“I accidentally ordered three of these” Abel announced to the person next to him, holding up two cocktails, the other sitting on the bar in front of him. “I’ve only got two hands, do you want the third?“ he offered with one of his dimpled smiles, the shots beforehand working their magic and putting him in better spirits than he had been right when he’d arrived.

Honey had lost out, and Dale was furious. He thought a Bellerose would at least make it past the first hurdle. His hand gripped his coffee cup tightly as he frowned at the screen, turning his attention to Thetis then, who seemed to be doing just as bad. They had both made kills, which was good, at least. “I like the arena” he hummed, sipping on the hot liquid. “It seems unforgivable”