I AM THE COWBOY ON MY OWN TRIP :: jormungand

[JORMUNGAND Di ANGELO]

JORMUNGAND

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jormungand tapped the face-down card with a small grin. he'd observe what blackjack was doing, how his paw slowly reached the bottle again, drinking with vigor. at the rate which they were drinking, the skald mused, he'd need to open up the other bottles. with a chuckle he pulled the bottle to himself - blackjack had left him a little bit more, and the italian let the liquid slide down his throat. he put the now empty bottle to the side and put the satchel inbetween them. an offering.

blackjack wanted to hit, meaning he was short. the skald flipped another card and laid it down next to blackjack's. a 7. he looked back up at the other panther with a tilt of his head. "and now?"

#psychosocial.