>>5741016“How come you are always part of something incredibly idiotic?” Oh, Richard is here, being a dick. That’s his least dramatic entrance ever. Even by his standards.
“W-Wait, you are regular now?” You didn’t expect Detective Double Dick to be here ever again.
“Someone from the list of guests caught my eye and I decided to attend.” Richard clearly states he’s not here to have fun. He never is.
“…And he’s still immensely salty about losing last time.” Sewel adds.
“I can corroborate. He has the same look he does when he doesn’t get assigned to the cases he wants.” Roger adds. “By the way, welcome back to the force, kid.”
“Same, Jackson. Your input is always lacking, but to some, it’s good you have a positive attitude.” Richard crosses his arms.
“Also, Double J is here.” Craig points at him.
“S’up?” Double J doesn’t say much.
“Try to do a better job here than on TV, Mr. Big Shot Prosecutor.” Sewel is really on a rampage tonight.
“He holds the job because I drag him around. I do his job for him, the least he can do is show up.” Richard sighs.
“Working the case until the bitter end, huh?” Craig finds it impressive.
“How does that work?” You have enough knowledge to know that this isn’t how things work.
“Let it go, Mr. Detective here thinks he’s a super cop.” Roger doesn’t want everyone to lose time on this.
“I’m an overpaid puppet...” Double J doesn’t mind explaining that bit.
“Kinda true, I don’t think he does anything unless someone pushes him around.” Craig thinks about it and doesn’t like this realization.
“I don’t think that’s true, I saw him play tennis.” You remember.
“…Thanks.” Double J thinks of you as a friend.
“Helmaer is coming, correct?” Mr. Conti asks about his once ally and favorite backstabber.
“He’s bringing a pal too, yeah.” Craig adds to the mystery of the unknown participants.
The Bradford Memorial Poker Tournament is going to start off with prelims. 4 different tables with 5 players each. The winner of each table moves to the Final Round for a chance to win the trophy.
