The happy times passed quickly, and before they knew it, it was already the wee hours. Under Serey's hosting, a round of "Night Journey" had ended. Aimou was a bit tired from playing and stepped down, replaced by Kemp.
Bologue still sat in the shadowy corner, with empty bottles on the round table in front of him, most of which had been consumed by Kemp. After exchanging a few words, they each sunk into their own anxieties, with Bologue gnawing on one chip after another while Kemp was somewhat drunk.
"Your luck is crap!"
Kemp's voice of complaint rang out. His face was flushed, but his previously furrowed brows had relaxed quite a bit. The game and alcohol were easing his stress.
"Shut up, trust my luck!"
Palmer, feeling extremely tense from Kemp's comment, began shaking as he held the dice. His next roll was crucial, directly deciding the fate of their team.
Taking a deep breath, he threw the dice. After the crisp sound of impact, Palmer cheered and hugged Kemp.
