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The hammer of his revolver is cocked all the way back. One wrong move and he'll misfire. "S-sit yer ass back down." You simply tilt your head to the side.
"I know what my position in this damn world is. Why do you struggle so much to play a part you hate?" Your grin grows wider by the second. "You know how untenable all of this is, right?"
His face glows red with rage. He slams his fist down onto the table "Shut uhp with yer high-falutin' words! Ah fuckin' know who ahm! Vermin like y'ahwl thihnk ya know what it takes ta survive in thuh City? 'til ah bothered ta build this from thuh ground uhp, maah pals had squat ta our nuh-ame! we done poured our puh-lace!" He's hamming the accent up so badly, even Benjamin notices. He shakes his head in disappointment.
"It isn't my place to talk. I'm just the Dealer here but if I may?" Benjamin plants his elbows on the table. "You remind me of some punks who kidnapped me way back. Putting on this big show to seem scarier and more powerful than you are. Nicole knows your type."
Ashley half-heartedly mutters in response. "...and she killed a lot of them."
"Shut uhp! Ya know squat! Jack squat!" <<span class="mu-b">"Just call or fold already! Why is she still talking? WHY?!"</span>>
"Oh, I know. If you want to play cowboy so much, why don't you just give up..'pardner'?" You lay on the fake accent equally as thick for that last word. "The truth is, the Wild West's nothing but a R-Corp fantasy these days. Only ORDER, LAW, PROGRESS, and the CITY remain. Face it. You're an old ghost."
"Ah'm not fuh-allin' for yo-wr mindgames! CALL!" He slams his fist down on the table with every word after CALL. "RAISE." SLAM. "FOLD!" SLAM!!! "PICK SOMETHING ALREADY!"
Your twisted smile suddenly fades. "You don't have to go home back to R-Corp. But you can't stay here either, can you? Don't you think it's time to drop the act?"
>-1 ADRENALINE CHARGE. IMPLANT IS NOW EMPTY
"..." For the final time, his gun clatters to the table. It misfires but the aim was so off, it just grazed past your reddish-orange hair. Needlessly to say, you and your allies nearly had a heart attack from sheer fear.
>-1 RESTRAINT TO EVERYONE EXCEPT ASHLEY!
"Father above fucking hell FUCK." Adam places a hand on his chest. "Holy Son Holy Mother please don't tell me it's my time fuck"
Casey is simply curled into a ball on the chair she's sitting on while Max is darting her eyes around with worry, "D-did anyone get hurt?"
Benjamin has darted from the table, firmly planting his back against the wall. His breathing is shallow and a light tremble runs through his body. "Haha wow that's something." Max leaps out of her seat and makes a beeline towards Benjamin. She wraps her arms around him. "Hey, hey, look at me, it's okay."
Ashley clicks her tongue. "Well, you got a reaction out of him. Happy?"
"Fuck." Clover mumbles out. "Can ya blame me for wanting to try being something different?" His overblown accent is gone, replaced by a light, natural southern drawl.
