RIGBY
Rigby noticed the sudden interest that the girl took in her drink, and the little devil on his shoulder cooed. Inadvertently he'd caused her a little anxiety, and it felt oh so sweet. She may have won the round but not the game, not yet, and Rigby wasn't known to play fair. If anyone here knew that it was the bartender, he'd watched the boy con his way through cards since he was far younger than this. He was fine to bide his time.
Drinks aside and questions asked, Rigby's eyes followed the ring as she flaunted it about, "Rigby," he replied plain and simple. It wasn't sensitive information, he was far better known as street rat than by his birth name anyway. He eyed her with a look that was almost interested, which was rather rare, then drew his first card. An ace, does that count as really high, or a one? In the end, his hand amounted to utter bullshit, and with his arms crossed he looked back up, awaiting the next question.
Drinks aside and questions asked, Rigby's eyes followed the ring as she flaunted it about, "Rigby," he replied plain and simple. It wasn't sensitive information, he was far better known as street rat than by his birth name anyway. He eyed her with a look that was almost interested, which was rather rare, then drew his first card. An ace, does that count as really high, or a one? In the end, his hand amounted to utter bullshit, and with his arms crossed he looked back up, awaiting the next question.
when i grow up i wanna be
nothing at all
nothing at all
