Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-25038310-20150621130501

The Nord glared at Sander for a moment, before pretending nothing happened. Sander rose an eyebrow at her.

"Idiot drunk.. We stopped playing that game. Now, we're playing this." She pointed at the .44. "Now, shoot yourself - see if you are lucky enough that the one bullet in that mag isn't the one you're going to fire. If it's not, then hand over the gun to dear Sander here." She said, gesturing at Lafayette.

"Fuck off.." Sander said. He turned to Meledran. "Khajiti roulette, Meledran. Fucking. Think. Before these gentlemen will fill the both of us with bullets."