77. Author's Choicewill_porterJune 5 2010, 01:45:30 UTC
Will eyed Dane across the table. "You, my friend, are going down." At the slightly lecherous grin he got in return, he giggled and added, "Get your mind out of the gutter, perv."
"I can't."
"Try."
It had been a long struggle, the two men pitted against one another in a test of skill, wits, and, at times, blind luck.
"Okay, Porter, what have you got?"
"Wouldn't you like to know, Weston?"
"That's why I'm asking, baby."
Will peered at him through narrowed eyes, then leaned forward and whispered, "C 7."
Dane groaned and hung his head. "You sank my battleship."
"I can't."
"Try."
It had been a long struggle, the two men pitted against one another in a test of skill, wits, and, at times, blind luck.
"Okay, Porter, what have you got?"
"Wouldn't you like to know, Weston?"
"That's why I'm asking, baby."
Will peered at him through narrowed eyes, then leaned forward and whispered, "C 7."
Dane groaned and hung his head. "You sank my battleship."
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