I AM THE COWBOY ON MY OWN TRIP :: jormungand

JORMUNGAND

male — the Pitt — bio — pinterest board

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]

OC TEXT


IC TEXT | IC opinions only

blackjack loosened up slightly as he took a drink, and made no grimace or noise about it. jormungand smiled. vodka could be quite strong for some people, but it seemed the other had guts. or he was so used to it that the slight tingle didn't bother him. he agreed that he did indeed know how to play his namesake, and jor chuckled at the inquiry. "i will deal. let you get used to the game a bit more in case you have not played in a while." he shrugged, opening the pack and shuffling them. he watched the other male sneak another sip and pretended he didn't see. he had enough alcohol in his pouch anyway, so it didn't matter how much blackjack drank.

after having mixed the cards he pulled one face down, laid it in front of blackjack slowly. then another, face up. and then repeated the process for himself, laid the cards back down between the both of them, next to the bottle of vodka. a small drop of liquid was flowing down the side of it, and he brushed it away with a paw and held it out for the other. "hit... or stay?"

#psychosocial.