Five flipping days of boring games, I swear to whatever gods still exist that I was being punished for crimes that do not in any way shape or form have any bearing on my actions. I sat there trying to think of better things to do with my time. I will say my nails looked fantastic after I filed them for an entire session. I also noticed most of the clothes I had brought with me had poor tailoring, so I went back and re did that (which got a chuckle out of the other body guards). I also took apart my pistol and cleaned it (which lead to finding a weird rune I'd never seen before stamped on the inside of the barrel, I did my best to draw it and made not to ask Hanlon about it next time he magically appeared next to me).
Nidget kept winning though, I was hoping every day he'd lose and we'd get out of there (I was even ok with all the whining he would do when he lost if it meant I'd stop being bored out of my mind). But no, it was looking like as the well dressed man (or WDM as I'll call him as I tire of spelling it out) had called it, he and Nidget were destined for a showdown. I still had no idea what the stakes were, or why this stupid game was even being played, but I was powerless to leave (I'd gambled away all of my money and Nidget had the return tickets). And so with boredom on the line Nidget and the WDM had their showdown... Oh next entry, this one is just me complaining about being bored so you can feel what I felt, sort of... What? I'm a dick.
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