[Quickly, gratingly, Giovanni barks out a laugh, and then he's moving with smoothslick movements, drops the PDD he'd snatched from the other man's hands as he steps around the table, hands fastening on Badou's arm instead. He'll move to pull it up sharp behind the man's back, shove him face down against the table's alcohol-sticky surface. Lean in close to whisper against the other man's ear.]
Oh, come on now. Don't play games with me. Unequivocally, I'll win.
lemme know if this isn't okay!
Oh, come on now. Don't play games with me. Unequivocally, I'll win.